I was just enjoying my sweetheart sharing on our big screen TV photos he'd taken with his phone. Many were of our beautiful, adorable cats sunning themselves in beautiful light. And then several photos popped up of me and all I saw was a fat lady with thinning hair and yellowing buck teeth.

Isn't that terrible?

As soon as I saw them I begged him to delete them from his phone. Here we were laughing and enjoying the photos, and then when I saw the photos, I asked them to be deleted, and I could see the disappointment on his face, but he promised and deleted them. All I could do was give him a string of reasons for why -- then I started thinking about going to the dentist and getting all my teeth capped, and I thought about the weight and everything else and it began to CREEP.

Do you know what I mean?

It began to CREEP into my like "see? This is why you havent. . ." "This is why you never. . . " "This is why you 
can't. . . " All of these terrible, negative thoughts stopping me from enjoying my body, my life, my sweetheart, my cats, and our memories. 

Where do those stories come from? Who told me to think that way about myself? Certainly I didn't. Someone else put those ideas in my head.

Those are bad stories.

The best way to address those is to rewrite them -- affirm the experience of the body, the teeth, the head, and also to develop gratitude for the love and the memories that are connected to these memento photos. And of course, another item is to reflect on bigger issues like health rather than aesthetics.

Something to push through with -- I'm sure I'm not alone.
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Right now there's a helicopter whirling outside my neighborhood looking for someone on the loose who dumped their car in the Walgreens parking lot and ran. I just finished 3 weeks on the Sakara Life vegan eats program. I did it imperfectly, and that's ok.

For the first week, I followed it, had boosts of energy, felt great, and lost 14 pounds. Yes. In one week. 

On the weekend (when they don't deliver food) I "indulged" in all the favorites, and I think that made it all the harder to "get back on the wagon" in Weeks 2 and 3, which found my cravings had returned (especially for salty crunchie things like Popcorn, my nemesis!) 

After I finished the 3-week program, I paid for another 3 weeks, and here I am at the end of the "4th" week and again, am imperfect. 

Last night, after a whirlwind of rage-texts from my sister, I couldn't sleep. I stayed up late, slept poorly, and woke feeling terrible. Reviewing the text messages back and forth, I saw the words of someone full of FEAR (me). 

I'm sharing this because - well - it's my birthday next week. I'm turning . . . 49. I was talking to my sweetheart and sharing all of this with him and said, "none of my dreams have come true. I'm not directing plays or films, I'm not working at a theater, I haven't published a book yet." Yes, I have so many other accomplishments -- a PhD, a good job, good friends, a family, a big heart -- and yet the thing that is the chains around my body is -- ME. Me stopping me. Me sabotaging me. 

Why do we self-sabotage? When do we tell ourselves to let go of our dreams (or better yet, when do we just stop working on them? I don't know. But somewhere there in my 30's when everyone in my family was getting cancer and dying, I sort of lost touch with the dreams and through myself into problem-solving and over-working in order to fulfill some sort of perfection complex.

Last night I had an a-ha moment that no matter how much I accomplish, no matter how hard I work, there will always be haters in the world -- and sometimes those haters include my own family.

So will my respond be to just slip into another 15 years of living in reaction mode, or will I choose to step into this last year before a new "decade" and make a change?

And yet, even as I say that, the voice in my head says "oh, KO, how much time you've wasted. You're too old to do anything about all of that now." 

But there is a voice -- a tiny whisper of a voice that lives just a little bit deeper inside me that says "Fuck that. You can do whatever you set your mind to. Hard work. Stop whining. Do it now." 

I think we live in a culture that asks people to give up instead of persist when things get hard and tough. When I was listening to N. tell me all the excuses for why she couldn't change her life, I was like "WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER?! SO SAD" and yet, here I have been doing the same thing -- settling for "good enough."  I don't want to do that anymore.

Today I got up at 6am and worked on a couple of email blasts and my website, and now I'm writing tis missive out into the world. It is totally possible for me to do what I want to do. The questions are: 1 - what do I want to do? and 2 - what am I willing to do to get there?

If those were easy to answer, we'd all be blissfully happy living our best most authentic lives and not caring a shit about what others think.

As Mary Oliver says, 
"What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"

And as David Goggins says:
​"Roger that."

I have no idea what this blog is for. Seriously. Back in the day I had a newsletter and lots of projects and missives and writing prompts and I monetized it and got some cash and so forth. I had a "theme" and a whole deal. But honestly, who is reading blogs these days and what are they for? I find myself going back to analog (well duh, I never left it). But you know what I did this week? I bought beautiful paper covered in pineapples to cover my analog organizer. Do you Gen Xers remember, back in the day, covering your books with grocery paper or those free white shiny book covers and then spending an entire year doodling and writing junk all over the book cover? Man, I miss that. My niece (is she a millenial? My high schoolers this summer argued that they're not "millenials" they're "generation Z" or "the iGen" and I'm like UGGGGH--but I digress) -- My niece, who is 18 and headed off to college, mostly spent her high school years texting to her friends in class, so there's less time for doodling eyes and faces and spirals and rainbows on your book covers. I miss that though. Time to breathe and zone out. Yes, I'm a teacher, and I know I'm basically saying "school was zone out time" but really, we have totally overprogrammed ourselves and our kids and they're weird. THEY ARE WEIRD. They can't hold a conversation. They don't know how to apologize if they've been shitty. They think thank you notes are dumb but they don't mind taking the presents! And they are addicted to their phones!

Cranky ole lady just showed up. HAHAHAHAH. Back to my post about breathing and zone out time.

My niece is off to college. She's been living with me for 7 years and I'm going to miss her. And she's off to live in the dorms at a big 4-year urban school. I'm the first person in my entire family to go to college, and I did it with 2 community colleges and transfer credits from 4 undergraduate institutions while working full time and wracking up student loans. Then I got an MFA and a PhD too. Yes, I'm a working-class bad ass -- BUT my niece: She's going to get to go and have that college experience I always dreamed about. She's so lucky. So -- since my delicious writing retreat this past summer, I have devoted every day to getting her ready and I've neglected myself AGAIN. I went back on my healthy eating plan, lost 7 pounds, and then put back on 2 pounds and have woken up stressed out with a headache for days. And my own teaching and classes begin next week and the week after. It feels like there's been no free break at all. I long for the days when I was sitting on the porch staring out at the expanse of Virginia trees.

How can I get back to more bounce?! Yeah. There it is. A blog post. Enjoy. 

#SI have a Facebook page called the Super Secret Writing Squad and often post Missives and Missions there. This month I thought I'd gear that up again after reading BrainPickings great post full of Love, as well as another book I've been spending time with, Loveability by Robert Holden. The August #SSWS mission, should you choose to accept it, is to get the #SSWSLoveRevolution started!  

AUGUST MISSIVE! Your mission, should you choose to accept it:
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Spread Love Quotes, Love Messages, Love Reminders
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Guerilla Publishing challenge! Make a series of business cards, flyers, postcards, handwritten notes, etc. and tuck them into bus stops, leave them on trains and subways and busses, post them to coffee shop boards, etc. Pictures welcome!
Lets get #LoveRevolution started!

In his wonderful book, Holden says "The decision to be the presence of love is the most powerful influence you can have in any situation in your life and in this world." 

These days, with all of the craziness going on in the world, we sometimes forget the incredible influence we can have on other people, simply by being a presence of love in the world.

In the film "Dead Man Walking," Susan Sarandon, playing Sister Helen Prejean, says "I'll be the face of love for you" as she agrees to bear witness to the death of Matthew Poncelet, a prisoner on Death Row in Louisiana. 

I was also inspired by 18 Year Old Paige Hunter who places inspirational messages at Wearmouth Bridge in England where a large number of people often take their own lives.

Reminding people that they are loved is a powerful act of social justice, and a reminder to ourselves that we have more power to change the world than we know -- it must begin with us.