Today I ran five miles and then headed to dinner with little love. We were meeting a friend of Adalie’s who moved to Mississippi around Christmas. It’s her birthday and all she wanted was to see her friends and go watch the new live-action Cinderella.
I sat watching he movie as enthralled as the little girls. The story line was true to the original version but the twists were truly beautiful. The focus on kindness and courage was like a refreshing drink to this soul today. My life feels unsettled which often makes me grumpy and less courageous. I know it was just a movie but the principles rang true in my heart. When we choose kindness and courage, life has a way of working out, maybe even a little magically. I hold this thought like a treasure and a shield right now.
My other favorite truth that sang out from the movie was toward the very end. Cinderella was about to introduce herself to the prince as a servant girl and not the mysterious princess. She stood at the mirror and said something along the lines of “the most courageous thing we can do is stand in front of the person we love and allow them to truly see us.”
I felt my cheeks dampen with tears and my heart swelled with gratefulness for the Love I have who sees me in all ways and has chosen to love all of me. I will never get over that miracle…
I highly recommend this movie to little girls and little-girl-hearts alike. After all, who doesn’t need a reminder that kindness is always free and courage can change your stars…
She lost her tooth today! She dreaded it, begged me not to touch (even though it was hanging by a thread), and cried when I asked her to let me give it one tug. She had built up in her mind as horrifically painful and scary.
I understand… I do that with my training runs. Today was only four miles (cue eye roll here) but I had a tough run Tuesday so I have been dreading today. Strangely, a toe on my left foot hurts and it has made my form difficult this week. Funny how something so small can wreak so much havoc…
I finally convinced her to let me put my hand in her mouth. She gave me permission for one tug. The tooth was laying completely flat on its side so I knew it was beyond ready. I tugged, the tooth popped out, my little love screamed then cried, then laughed, then cried some more. About ten minutes later with a cool washrag in her mouth looking down at her tooth in the tiny treasure chest, she says, “That really wasn’t too bad.”
As wrapped up four miles of nonstop running that I took in small chunks of changed paced, different hill patterns, and awesome trance music — I realized, “I’m done and I could keep running; that wasn’t so bad.”
Little love and I walked around the house tonight with a slight swag that only comes from both facing and conquering our fear.
Progress is sometimes hard to see, hard to know. It’s like the colors at dusk changing– subtle but constant.
At times, it peaks in glory and color and we see the culmination of all the work and planning.
Sometimes it shifts slow and steady, one step melting into another until we’re there.
The path never stays straight or short as we trod to that next hope. It’s curvy, it’s rocky, and it’s exactly the right way, every time. And hopefully, we get the opportunity to share it with someone we love… this journey toward progress.
I just walked and talked today with my Love. We dreamed future dreams. Discussed bold decisions vs. reckless actions. Held hands and laughed. A mile and a half later my heart knew progress toward hopes yet unrealized.
Talk about your dreams my dear readers, for in speaking you find courage to create the life you love.