Friday, July 29, 2011

Superman...

...is alive and well.



I met him at the club last week.

"Wow!"...you say.  "When did he fly into town?"...you ask.

I'll tell you the story.  Sit back and relax for a minute.  Cuddle up to your blanket and sink down deep into your pillow. 

So...the plan last Saturday night was for my friend and I to try out this new club in town.  When we go out...it's usually at the same place and we thought we'd shake things up and get a little crazy.  So I put on my pink satin topped dress with a black skirt and yes...I was looking awful good.  I meet my friend at her place and we head out clubbin'.  Clubbing in Dayton, Ohio isn't the CLASSIEST thing to do; especially if you end up downtown, but it's a cheap, fun night away from the fam and I enjoy it.  The lights, the loud music...I feel like home when I'm there.
We go from her house to one club and it was a TOTAL yawn-fest so we decide to try the new place.  After parking the car, we stroll down the street toward the club and peek in the window of the entrance.  Immediately the bouncer and I made eye contact and he rushes to open the door for us.  Pretty presumptive, I thought.  What made him think we'd be going in THERE (even though we were, but still!)?  So I asked him.  He said we were too fine of ladies to be walking around on the streets.  OK, cute Mister Bouncer...nice save.  So he tells me, while checking my I.D., that if I get bored I can come back and talk with him if I'd like.  OK...so maybe I will...I'm thinking.  "What's the cover charge?" I ask.  "Just go in." he replies.  This IS true love.
So we're in there no more than  2 minutes and the guys start hounding us.  There was one man in particular who wouldn't leave my friend alone.  Old, drunk, and he didn't speak a WORD of english.  Between the two of us we couldn't decipher anything he was saying.  We lose him a few times, but he always found his way back.  Finally, we were sitting and here he comes again.  He must've thought that if he spoke louder and used more hand gestures we would be able to understand him...nope.  We told him many times that we couldn't understand him and our confused looks should've been a sign, but he kept trying.  My friend left to dance and I was left with the man.  Well, the bouncer was checking out the floor and throwing bottles away.  I knew he was around, but didn't really realize how closely he was watching because out of nowhere he comes in between me and the old man...quicker than lightning.  One minute I'm sitting there with the old man hanging out and the next minute my head is pressed pretty close to the bouncer's chest while he's cleaning off the bar separating me from the dance floor.  What a relief! I told the bouncer, "You are my hero...like Superman!".  What the bouncer was about to say changed my life forever.  He said, "You DESERVE a Superman." and kept wiping the counters.  When he said that I thought for sure he was going to rip off his shirt and expose his Superman suit.  I was dumb-founded.  There wasn't a thing I could think of to say...I was in awe.  Not sure what I was thinking when he said that...all I could do was process what he said.  It registered as a good thing because right away I got the warm-fuzzies you always hear about.  My feminist alter-ego was not offended by his statement, either, which kind of surprised me...she has an itchy trigger finger and sometimes gives off false alarms.  His statement was sweet, kind, and respectful (oh...and sexy, too). 
At the end of the night, he tells me his name and that I should come back.  He didn't pressure me for my phone number...he didn't overdo it on the compliments; however, he DID let me know he was interested and he DID show me that he believed in what he said by following it up with action.  He isn't ripped with muscles nor do his teeth sparkle when he talks, but a great deal of his character came out in only a few words that he said.

Will I go back to the club?  Yes...tomorrow night.  Am I a little nervous that he may not live up to what I think he is in my mind?  Not really...Because you can't fake what he did for me or said to me.  Those type of things can only happen in the moment.  If he was a fake and a fraud, it wouldn't have happened and he couldn't have come up with those words like he did.  He must really believe that I deserve something good or he wouldn't have said what he did.

It was really nice to hear.

I've had many guys try.  They think they're pretty cool or being charming and smooth (the operative word is THINK).  This bouncer wasn't TRYING.  He was genuine in his words and actions. We'll see what happens with this, but even if nothing does I feel like I have more of an understanding about my self-worth.

Like the world needs me to feel even MORE better about myself!

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Choices...choices...choices...

...life is FULL of them!

Do I have hamburgers or chicken for dinner?  Would grey or white tile look better in the bathroom?  The Green Lantern or Captain America?  In life, we're constantly faced with choices.

Hey!  I didn't say they'd be EASY!


Well...I've stumbled on a new outlook on the word 'choices'...and by "stumbled", I mean "fell and hit like a ton of bricks".  You know those life lessons...the kind where you feel like you are at the end of that proverbial rope and you can't seem to grab a hold of any type of sanity and your whole world feels as though it is falling apart and every time something bad or big happens is such a burden and you become overwhelmed at even the tiniest of duties?

Or is it just me?

Well...I was talking to a friend about how I have these moments of power...strength...confidence.  So powerful are these feelings that I would SWEAR that I could lift buildings...I could get or do anything I wanted.  Soon after I feel these feelings something happens and I crash and burn.  This has caused me a great deal of frustration to say the least.  Why can't I keep these feelings?  Why can I feel on top of the world one moment only to fall to the bottom of the pit the next?  

A little help, please!

As I was pondering one day, it dawned on me...I can make the CHOICE to keep that feeling with me.  Why not try it?  I know it sounds like crazy talk, I mean, we can't control our circumstances...but we can control how we react to them.  This has been something I've heard for YEARS, but it just dawned on me how to apply it.  I really, honestly thought that it was the Fountain of Youth...something a person could search for, yet could never find because it never existed.  What?  You mean to tell me that you can be happy in ANY circumstance?  Huh?  You can CHOOSE not to get mad over things?

I'd burn myself at the stake for heresy for such beliefs...

BUT...it can happen.  Since I've tried this 'new technique' I haven't felt out of control.  I haven't felt that I need someone to help me take care of things because I have power.  I haven't felt overwhelmed because I have the strength to face things.  I have empowered myself and given myself permission to be happy...release bitterness...embrace happiness...because of my CHOICE not to let things control me, but to control my reactions.

Now...that Green Lantern and Captain America debate is a little tougher...

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Self-talk...

...which shouldn't be confused with talking to yourself.

Self-talk is positive thinking reinforced by vocalizing those thoughts which transfer into positive action.
Talking to yourself is just to hear yourself say something.

Did that make sense?

So I've decided that it seems as if I'm doing a great deal of said "self-talk" lately...which is crazy because it's not like I have to be actually doing something difficult...it's summer for crying out loud!  Only...I've found my nemesis which is worse than any semester of college that I have done thus far...

WAITING.

I had a discussion with a friend of mine not too long ago and I told her that "to wait" was not an action.  She disagreed...quickly.  Especially if you add an adverb or phrase such as "patiently" or "with patience".


Which almost NEVER happens!



 Here I am...in the middle of summer...in my (mostly) Junior/(almost) Senior year of my undergrad...not having to work (yet)...wondering when my life is going to 'begin' (because, of course, burying a husband, raising 5 kids, and earning a degree from a top ranked Catholic university isn't LIVING...right?).  I've had to use this concept of "self-talk" to slow down my pace and look back at my grand achievements and tell myself that it's all leading up to something great.


...(turning down Playboy)...


So...until that happens...I (am trying to) look at each day as a step to that (arrow pointing at 'turning down Playboy') end.  I have to make myself believe that not only the hard work and dedication I put into working to shape my physique around that goal, but the everyday...mundane...dullness...doing the dishes...weeding...the list goes on...is also part of getting to that goal as well.  Everyday I'm ONE day closer to where I want to be...

 ...'Nuff said...