Two of these are late and I’m not sorry. Especially so because I got to spend time celebrating one of my beautiful friends and her impending marriage. Anyway, I kinda like these combo posts because it keeps it quick!
In my former life.
June 2
What gives you nightmares?
Kassie
If you are or were some kind of performer, then you’ve head this one before. In my case, I used to dance. Therefore, if I am under any kind of stress I often have what I call “recital dreams.” The details vary, but the premise is always the same: I am on stage and I do not know the dance I should be performing. I haven’t actually been on stage in more than five years, but you can bet if something big is coming up, I will have a recital dream.
June 3
Who are your role models?
Dana
Shoot, I’m a lucky gal. I struggled to come up with a short list of role models. The one who has been on my mind lately is my first dance teacher, Maxeen Weaver. Though I didn’t learn much about her till later in my life, she was a constant figure in mine from age 3 until her death when I was 21. Among the most sarcastic people I’ve ever met, Mrs. Weaver was always quick with a joke and some words of wisdom. She lived an incredible life and was just plain interesting. I can’t even put into words the many ways in which she has touched my life, but I will leave you with one of her classic lines:
Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it. – Maxeen Weaver
True story.
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June 4
What did people tease you about growing up?
Niki
Oh gosh. I mentioned in my first #ReverbBroads12 post that I’m pretty tiny. Well, this isn’t a new thing. I’ve always been small. Not just a little short for my age, but not even on those growth chart things at the doctor. Needless to say, I caught quite a bit of flack for that, but it never really bothered me because what am I going to do about it? Grow? Not my thing, obviously.
Really, I think people teased me the most about my ‘weirdness.’ I’ve always done my own thing. I was into different things than a lot of kids were. I wore crazy hats to kindergarten (ask my mom about that story). I lived and played in my own make-believe versions of reality. I quite literally marched to the beat of a different drum about 76% of the time.
I was NEVER a cool kid despite my desperate attempts (hey 6th-8th grade, I’m looking at YOU.). I never wore the “right” clothes, even though we wore uniforms at my school. I never said the right thing–I’m blunt and always have been. I never listened to the right music.
I felt sad about this and myself for a long time, but now I think it’s pretty awesome. I like who I’ve become and moreover, I’ve found some incredible weirdos who make my life crazy fun. I think that’s how it’s supposed to work. I mean, seriously. Who wants to peak in junior high?? GROSS.
Along with several amazing people, I’m participating in #ReverbBroads12, a month-long writing exercise full of interesting and thought provoking writing prompts that always seem to be the kick in the pants I always need to start writing again.
