Monthly Archives: April 2016
Vividly captures the ideas and paints them for the reader. Loved it. – Broken Balcony – http://wp.me/p5tc0I-3u
The Zephyr and I go way back. Fourteen years, to be exact. I know this because the first time I rode the train, I had just given birth to my youngest child a month or two before, and it was my first time leaving her.
My husband is a saint.
So here I sit again, peeking through her large windows and ogling at the beauty that she chugs through. Only this time, I have it down. I know what to expect.
I find myself slipping into a role of half tour guide, half child as I converse with my companions for the next 15 hours. It works out well, as I find that many travelers are as excited as I am to see the sights and weather and flora.
“Look over there!” “Check out the snow!” “Did you see that?!”
Cameras click. Phones flash. Laughter and babbling ensues. I am fairly sure I photobombed 2 selfie stick pics.
And this was just the first few hours.
Its nearing the end of my 15 hours, and Provo has just approached. Or encroached, I might say. It has intruded in my bubble of peace and let us know that other people exist.
I have just another two hours to spend with this group, and i may never see them again, but for this time that we shared, I was enriched.
Shawn, thank you for your time. Your story is something I am excited to follow. (Note to those who are not a man journeying across the country by bike, meandering to places such as Death Valley, Moab, and Grand Junction: SUCKA’S!!!! You will have to live vicariously through this guy’s experiences, just like me.) I am excited that you will let me keep up with you and post a bit about your story.
Tommy, thanks for your time. You were enlightening, thought-provoking, and … Frankly, surprising. 1. You do NOT look old enough to have kids and grandkids. 2. You are the 2nd welder I have met today. And thanks for the lead for my son. 3. I am excited to research your findings. (For those of you who did not get to experience this 47 year old philosopher, you missed out!)
Alder, thanks for sharing your blog and your wisdom with me. Your 10-year-old brain is pretty advanced in programming as well as humam observation. And a shout out to your blog http://Alderisbelievin.blogspot.com I hope people will take a look at your trip and then comment on it because they deserve to see how awesome you really are. (Note to those who are not Alder: Think Alton Brown’s big brain in a 10 year olds body. Now stick in a pretty funny sense of humor. Keep up and be amused like I was.)
Thanks, Shane Reeder, for being an awesome conductor. 1. You are the 3rd welder I have met this time around, and you are a wealth of knowledge. 2. BYU was fun to defend over the Utes, but I couldn’t get over the fact that you had so much good to say about the QB’s. 3. You are truly in the right place at the right time.
Lastly, Andrew, thank you for being weird. Weird and welcoming at the same time. You let me experience bravery as you experience freefall and uncertainty in your life. Its okay to be in a building phase, a regrouping spot. I wish you well. (Note to self: Remember that it is rewarding to look past first impressions. Rock on. Also, quit making notes. Thats dumb.)
Here’s the thing about women. They are POWERFUL. They have influence individually, but in groups, they are exceptional. And if anyone has been to middle school, or high school, you may have experienced some of that. Whether in a school dance or at a lunch table, school age groups of females have been a force to be reckoned with. I know this because, well, I am one. And from experience, I know how hard it can be to operate around a group of females. A bad hair day, or the wrong jeans are sometimes all it takes to feel the brunt of a gaggle of ladies. We women can be cliquish. Dramatic. Catty. Gossipy.
We woman can be inspiring. Empowering. Encouraging. This is what I experienced tonight. I experienced a MeetUp group called Onederous Women. Onederous Women chose into creating an inclusive space where networking was not a cattle call for business cards. I experienced a space, instead, where strengths were shared. I got to be part of a space where women met to empower, enjoy, and partake of each other’s lives.
It was an honor.
Imagine this: Nourishment for the belly and the soul all in one room. Practical solutions to everyday problems. A group of problem-solvers devoted to hearing a call and responding. That’s what happened tonight. Right there in the basement of a church, inspiration happened. Bravery happened. Connection happened.
And I was in awe.
I choose to believe it was all for me. It had to be. Because it was that specific to me. No, seriously. Look. I have needs. And wants. We all do, but all I can do is speak for me. So, again, I am saying that I lack in many areas. And mostly, I get to them eventually. EVENTUALLY, some things get handled, but some just keep getting pushed to the bottom of the pile. But it was a bit uncanny that so many of my needs and wants and lacks were being solved in one room, at one time. The room was filled with innovative solutions by women who utilized their talents, their experiences, their sorrows and joys into a workable resource that filled a need.
My need, tonight.
Check this out. I need a tailor. For my husband. We have been looking and looking, but never really got around to pulling the trigger. So we just let it hang out there, in nebulous space. Also, I need to eat healthier. I say it every day, and so does my daughter and hubby. Again, nebulous need. However, I also need a practical way to travel. It has become more important. Also, I need clothes that rock. But I just hate shopping.
Nebulous space gets a bit crowded sometimes.
So many more. I need guidance with my finances on an ongoing basis. So does everyone I know. I crave knowing what I don’t know. I stink at sending out cards and correspondence. I am on a journey of discovering how to heal and move forward. I need help knowing how to market to people who are looking for what I can do for them (Freelance writing, by the way. Shameless Plug.) Blah, Blah, Blah. I lack in many areas, but what I lack the most is a cheering section of people who know how hard it is to be living life as a woman, and know how to help.
I didn’t even know that having a one-stop problem-solving shop was an option.
These ladies brought all their power together and what came from it was an alliance of possibility. Power radiated throughout that room, and I don’t know that they even realized it. Actually, they probably do. And now, so do I. Think about the power of possibility. Now add to it the real-life applications, the experience, the innovation that comes from hard working business-minded women. It adds up to much more than hope.
It is what makes success.
If you have one whit of sense, you will seek out this group. For networking, sure. For fun, yes. But for a life-changing experience, definitely. Be part of a power clique.