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!
What gives you nightmares?
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.
Who are your role models?
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
What did people tease you about growing up?
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.