The Hard Things

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I crashed my bike two weeks ago. This is not surprising to those who know me. I’m quite the klutz. But let me tell you, it hurt. My hands were bruised and scraped. My right knee was as well. This was after we had a fun family afternoon.


My husband, daughter and I went for a Sunday afternoon bike ride. We rode to Starbucks, got drinks and sat on the patio in the sunshine. My daughter was running around and being silly. We ate a snack and had a wonderful time. Then we rode our bikes to Walmart and went grocery shopping. After we were done, we loaded the groceries into the trailer where the toddler couldn’t reach and set off. We got to an intersection and I hit the right hand brakes too hard. Down I went. I don’t remember why I hit the brakes or what else was going on. Luckily, the car that was behind us stopped after I went down. We got the bikes and trailer out of the road. I sat in a driveway trying to collect myself.

Photo Credit: Jim Bauer via Compfight cc
Photo Credit: Jim Bauer via Compfight cc

My husband asked if I was okay. I said I was but I was trying not to puke or pass out. I couldn’t breathe and couldn’t relax. I took my helmet off and that helped a little bit. But what helped most when was my husband put his hands on my shoulders and said that everything was all right. Just the reassurance from someone else was what I needed to relax.


Then he asked me the hardest question. Would I be able to get back on my bike and ride home? To be honest, I didn’t want to. He offered to go home and get the car. But that would have required me waiting in the stranger’s driveway while he rode home, put groceries away, got the toddler loaded in the car and then came back for me. I thought about saying yes. I wanted to say yes. Saying yes, go get the car, I’ll wait here, would have been easy. I could have waited and ridden back in the comfort of the car. But I didn’t. I just asked if we could wait a little bit longer before we set off. I figured I could make it home. It wasn’t too far. I would have to get back on the bike eventually. I could do it then and just get it over with. Or I could put it off until I had healed and it was much easier.


But I did the hard thing. We waited a few minutes and I got back on my bike. It hurt. I was sore and bleeding a little bit. But I did it. Just yesterday, we went for another bike ride to Starbucks again. Are you noticing a theme to our bike riding, yet? It was easier than the ride home after crashing. But I was still a little nervous. It was scary and mentally hard.


Here’s the thing though. The hard things suck. They’re called the hard things for a reason. Lee Cockerell said in an interview with Jeff Goins, “Do the hard things. It will make life easier for you.” This is so true. It’s been true about working out. It’s been true about writing. And it was definitely true about riding my bike home. So keep doing the hard things. Eventually, they’ll become easy.

So what hard things have you done recently? Or what hard thing are you currently struggling with? Let me know in the comments and we can help cheer you on your way through.


(Lee and Jeff both have podcasts which I listen to and love. The links are to their respective websites. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.)

TV Characters = Sports Team

Caring about the characters in TV shows and movies is the same as following a sports team.

There I said it. You have seen memes and posts on Facebook but I’m declaring once and for all, it’s the same to me. Before you balk at this little proclamation let me say this. I do follow one sports team: the Atlanta Braves. My husband has been a Braves fan for years. I knew when I married him that from the end of March through the end of September, or October if they’re doing well, a Braves baseball game will be on TV at least 3 nights a week. So over the six years we have been together, I have come to know players names, what positions they play and even a little about their opponents. I don’t actively seek out information about the Braves but it is always there floating around the house.


TARDIS picture by AntToKnee Lacy on Flickr
Braves picture by my hubby

I say this so you, dear reader, know I am not coming at this connection as a complete outsider to either realm. I know a bit about being connected to a sports team and I know a lot more about the connections to characters in my favorite TV shows and movies. This post is going to show you how much of a nerd I am. You have been warned. I am not ashamed of this fact.

Doctor Who Shirts

When I started to watch Doctor Who on Netflix last year I went through lots of ups and downs. I became so invested in the show and learned as much as I could about it. This meant discussing the characters with friends and sharing my reactions. When the Doctor saved the day, I was ecstatic. When he lost someone close to him or regenerated, I was devastated. My caring about these things is akin to how people feel when their team wins or loses.


When the Braves lose, it is a disappointment to me. I’m sad because my team lost. This is exactly how I feel when in Once Upon a Time Emma becomes the Dark One. What does that mean for her and the rest of Storybooke? It’s a sad place to be. It’s the loss of a character I know and love. Eventually the good character may come back but it will take time. Just as I know the Braves will have a chance to win the next game but that doesn’t mean this loss is any easier to take.

Braves Gender

When the Braves win, I’m excited. Probably not as excited as my husband, but I am excited nonetheless. This is exactly how I feel when Luke looks at his father and says, “I’ll never turn to the Dark Side.” You know in that moment what is happening is powerful and strong. You know when it’s the bottom of the ninth inning and you’re down by 4 runs, the bases are loaded, you have one out and your star hitter is coming up to bat, something powerful is happening. The tide is shifting. There is a moment in every great story where you know no matter how dark it is, good will win. It will not be easy. It will take work, but it will happen.


That’s why we love stories like in Miracle where the US hockey team beats the former Soviet Union. They shouldn’t have been able to do that but they did. Harry, Ron and Hermione had to search high and low for the horcruxes but once they found them, Voldemort was able to be defeated. In Invincible, we watch an ordinary guy reach extra ordinary heights as part of the Philadelphia Eagles football team.


People are drawn to sports because there is so much riding on each game. Will your team win or lose? It’s always up in the air. I’m drawn to epic stories and fantasy because it’s not up in the air. Good will win. Evil will lose. It’s just a matter of how they get there. While others may not enjoy this predictability, to me, it’s comforting. Our lives are full of the unknown. Will you regret eating that extra piece of chocolate? What will the weather be like tomorrow? Will this political candidate win the election? The outcome is never certain. Having a space where for an hour or two, the world will follow a semi-predictable construct is a wonderful way to escape reality. And after all if you ask any sports fan, won’t they say they love to enter into the world of the game and follow along with the story as it unfolds?

My Manifesto

Baby wearing. Disney. Faith. Self Expression.

I love many things. And I’m going to share about them. I’m here to tell my story, the story of things I care about. If you like them too, that’s great. If not, I hope perhaps I can change your mind. Or at the very least consider them in a new light.

Wearing in Wrap
Me wearing my daughter in a woven wrap

Baby wearing has only been a part of my life for 18 months. I knew I wanted to wear my daughter before she was born. But what I didn’t know was how much a part of my life and identity would become wrapped up in it. Literally. I use yards and yards of fabric to hold my child on my body. It’s an amazing thing when I stop to think about it. I am doing something that parents have done for hundreds of years. I feel connected to the history of baby wearing when I wrap my daughter. I don’t feel it every day but some times when I stop and think about it, I realize how incredible it is. My mom wore my sisters and I, so I wear my daughter. Maybe someday she will wear her babies and on and on and on. I am part of something bigger than myself. That is powerful and important. Even if all I am doing is keeping the toddler out of the way while I do the dishes.

Disney World Entrance
The entrance to Disney World. The most magical place on Earth. I took this in 2009.

I have loved all things Disney for my whole life. Growing up in Southern California, we had annual passes to Disneyland and went frequently. As a child born at the start of the Disney Renaissance, I got to watch some of the most amazing movies Disney has produced in the theater. The Little Mermaid. Beauty and the Beast. Aladdin. The Lion King. They all came out before I was 12. I got to watch them and rewatch them again and again as soon as the VCR rewound the tapes. Those fairy tale stories have always fascinated me. I love when the hero saves the damsel in distress and “love conquers all”. Magic, the prevailing of good over evil, and the escape to a world where true love’s kiss will cure all ills appeals to me. Not because it is real but because it is so not real. It’s a wonderful place to escape and to know that no matter what happens good will win. There is a straightforward path to defeat the darkness. I may be considered immature for loving these stories but there is so much wonder in them. I love holding on to these beliefs. Even if it is only for the time that I am watching the movies or TV shows. It reminds me to never lose that sense of wonder because if I do then I would really be a grown up. And deep down I know I’m not ready for that yet.

My small group in Argentina
My small group in Argentina

My faith and Christian beliefs are very important to me. I don’t always come out and say this. But I hope it is evident in the way I live my life, the way I interact with others, the way I interact with my family and most importantly the way I interact with my church.

Myrtle Mae Simmons in the Mirror
Me getting ready to play Myrtle Mae Simmons in Harvey

At age 6, I began to take dance lessons. I continued to take them until I graduated from high school. Now I teach dance. Being able to move and express myself to music has been very important to me. During my sophomore year of high school, I started to act and performed in a few plays and musicals throughout high school and college. These were so fun because of the friendships I formed and the chance to perform. Only recently have I begun to express myself through writing. And I must say it has been very eye opening. I am starting to know myself in better and deeper ways. I cannot wait to see what I learn and where I go as I continue to write.