I have come to the dramatic realization in the past two months that all that matters in this world is people. Being right doesn’t matter, being wrong doesn’t matter. The details of a story as I recall it don’t matter. Nothing matters except people loving people. The next time you are fighting to be right, back down. The next time you are wrong, back down. Choose peace. I see so much turmoil in this world everywhere I go. Even people fighting in the self checkout lanes. The world is angry. Back down. People are all that matter. Who was first in line doesn’t matter. Choose peace. It’s a mindset. Tweak your thinking and quit arguing. Just peacefully go about your day and trim out those who threaten your peace. You can’t control others but you can control yourself. Go forth and be fabulous Friends!!
Not gunna lie, it’s been a rough 10 days around here. I will continue to declare it as best day ever simply because if I still worked full time I don’t know what I would have done it. So super glad I was home.
My husband and I ate breakfast at Cracker Barrel this morning and I already had decided on first degree overeating. That, actually, is grounds for arrest. That means that I premeditated overeating. Planned it in advance. I already knew what I would order and it’s overeating at its finest. Mama’s French toast breakfast with a bowl of butter. If you have never ordered a bowl of butter you are missing out. Those little packets of butter are enough to make you mad. Order a bowl of butter. You are welcome.
The waitress came to our table and I said, “I will be emotionally eating today so I will have Momma’s French toast breakfast with a bowl of butter and extra syrup.” Why do we hide our intentions and coping mechanisms? The waitress appreciated that I said I would be emotionally eating today. I think we all can relate to that. Being able to admit it and own it and move forward with it sheds light on our darkest moments.
Nothing good breeds in darkness. Mold, abuse, mental illness, children out past curfew, suicidal tendencies, robberies, trafficking, etc, all breed in darkness. Even emotional eating breeds in darkness. Let’s shed light on it and give it a name and bring it into the light. We all struggle from time to time.
I suppose that announcing that I would be emotionally eating today at breakfast was radical. What I find in giving emotions a name is that they no longer control me. Bring your emotions into the light where goodness and kindness and light and love breed. Even if it means shocking your waitress by announcing you will be emotionally eating today. When you give it a name, you get your power back because admitting it means that you emotionally eat once and then move forward rather than eating yourself into oblivion for eternity. Be real. Be you. Be light.
I would love to speak at your next event or work with you one on one to embrace your flawed, awesome self. #flawesome
I am a conscientious objector to mainstream life. I’m radical. Rogue. I quit my job because God said I needed to. My work was done there. I came home and looked to the Heavens and said “Ok God, I quit my job, now what?” What I did is not mainstream. It’s not something that people do. I object to going through the motions of living. I will be willing. I will be open. I will do the next right thing. I will listen for my Lord to give me the cue to go or do. All I’m responsible for is waking up and being willing. Gone are the days of perfect hair and perfect facades. Welcome real. Welcome raw. Welcome radical. Welcome peace. Welcome joy. Welcome to a world void of worry.
We spend so much time trying to plan our days and our weeks and our years and our lives that we don’t allow the nudging of the Holy Spirit to direct our paths. We do it like Frank Sinatra-Our Way. When you decide that your way isn’t working as well as you would like, bring your bed head over here and let’s be radical. Let’s conscientiously object to normal life. I can’t change the world. But what I can do is change the world for one person. I’ll be radical. I’ll quit my job. I’ll do it sight unseen just because I got a nudge from God. I’ll write a book. I won’t try to make money off of it because I’d rather give one person hope for another day. Money will come if my focus is one more. Lord send me one more person who needs to be filled with hope. Send me one more. Send me one who feels stuck. Then send me one more. You see, I don’t wear the superhero cape. God does, but I am His hands and feet. You are too. We can’t change the world but we can change the world for one person by waking up and being willing. Radical. Rogue. Lord, send us one more.
Saturday was my very first book signing. Incredible is an understatement in reference to how it turned out. There were people there that I knew, didn’t know, didn’t remember, and people I have known my whole life. It was remarkable.
As the signing was coming to a close, I noticed a woman standing in the valances with a huge smile on her face. I did not know who she was but I kept staring at her to try and figure it out. I knew she was important just wasn’t sure how. After the last person got their book she approached me and said, “Do you know who I am?” At that very moment I knew exactly who she was. She was my catcher. Behind every amazing pitcher is an equally amazing catcher. She was mine. We won the state championship in 1987 and I received the most valuable player in the state of Tennessee. That was when trophies meant something. She was most valuable right along with me because without her, I could not be the pitcher that I was.
We don’t have a photo like this one, but we lived it. This very scenario, we lived it. Together.
One of my favorite movies is A League of Their Own. I felt like I was living that movie Saturday as I talked with my catcher. I felt like we were at the opening of our Hall of Fame 25 years later. I stared into her eyes and I could see a much younger version of her with the dirt on her face, I could see the sweat covering her brow, and the discussion on the mound about how “we got this. Relax”. In reality, she was stunningly beautiful, but as I looked at her I saw our past. Our history.
Here we are, in a league of our own. One day, one event, one book, one old friend, one monumental moment. My catcher. It was so good to see her.
Jennifer Anglin is a motivational speaker, life coach and author who shares personal stories of triumphs and tragedies to give hope to a dying world.