All The Single Ladies

I am surrounded by beautiful people...makeup artists, technological wizards, cooking divas, workout queens, office professionals, attorneys in the making, #1 Moms...they are intelligent, thoughtful, ambitious, disciplined, single, hilarious, never been married, previously married, kids, or no kids...women.  These are the girls I laugh with, text with, get fit with, dance with, sing karaoke with, eat ice cream with, and experience the best of everyday with.

Valentine’s Day is always on my radar, not only because I love to love, be in love, give love, and live love, but my favorite guy is a cupid baby (February 15th he will finally be catching me in the age game).  And less than 3 weeks away, the public is speaking...or should I say panicking?  And their cry sounds something like “Who will be my Valentine?”

So, I blog today for all the single ladies.  I’m thinking don’t sweat the date.  I’m saying skip phone call waiting and number exchanging and instagram love and the worry and the wondering. Because 2 1/2 weeks out from the Day of Love, your heart should be happy and whole...

Single ladies...sieze the day.  Eat chocolate,  schedule a movie night, mani/pedis, shopping with the girls, late-night talks...these are the common cure while you wait for the uncommon man.  Love yourself this Valentine’s Day.  Love love, give love, express love, speak love, and live love...and the being in love...the falling in love...will come.  

Travel to Europe. Backpack in Paris. Bring presents to children in Ecuador.   Invent something. Write a book. Solve world hunger. Sit for late hours in a corner coffee shop...people watching, thinking beautiful, insane thoughts. Remember the things that make you smile. Run barefoot in the sand, dodging washed up jellyfish along the way. (And from personal experience, this one is epic!) 

Have simple faith. Pray. Take long walks, breathe deep; consider what a lucky girl you are to have such an opportunity to do whatever’s in your heart.  Live your dreams.  Find yourself along the way. Work every second to make them happen.  Become the envy of your high school and college friends. It’s not another person who completes you.  You are exquisite by the way you live your life and the way you give back to the world.  Become the best version of yourself so that when love does come...and I promise it will...when the time is right...when you are exactly ready...under God...love will see how completely complete you really are.

Happy Love Day!

“And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love.  But the greatest of these is love.” 1 Corinthians 13

Legacy

Every single freckle is accounted for and we have named them one by one.  They are my envy and the very thing that makes her perfectly beautiful.  She is all the big personality and natural-born leader of her daddy and the competitive spirit and athlete of me.  This girl is tender and thoughtful and adventure and overwhelmingly intelligent, completely witty, and fun.

A year ago, as a first grader, she devoted recesses to games that she had created and her loyal devotees played each and every one of them and listened to rule by rule as she dictated.  And then she began to race. Time after time, friend after friend, she was hands down the winner.  That tiny competitor was absolutely satisfied to leave her classmates in the dust. Her flushed, wet face could not hide her thrill of victory. 

The past twenty years of my life have been devoted to circuit workouts, weights, bootcamps, rollerblading, marathon running...anything that can push me further or challenge. Little else brings greater satisfaction, clarity, and peace to me than physical training.  It is the balance in my nonstop day.

Two years ago, her and I competed in our first race...Dallas’ Down N’ Dirty Mud Run http://www.downanddirtymudrun.com. The day included rock climbing, mud pits, rope wall, and a grueling walk through the lake.  Last year, we got all colored up at Color Me Rad http://www.colormerad.com/.  It was every kid’s dream. She and I lost all sense of dignity...powder bursts of color saturated the air, supersoakers filled with rainbow-hued water, and the raddest color party finale to have ever happened.  A month ago, UPS sponsored us to get all pinked out for the Susan G, Komen 5k http://ww5.komen.org/.  And a week ago, we morphed into Spidergirl and Superwoman for foster kids at Kakes for Kids “Be a Hero” 5khttp://www.kakes4kidsflorida.org/.

This is more than our hobby or pastime.  She and I are a team.  Race by race, we are conquering the world and bonding in a way that I cannot yet fully understand...becoming better runner girls and lifelong friends. I am not even going to pretend that I am always the perfect mother.  Sometimes my life is nothing but busyness and accomplishing 101 important tasks.  And I feel like I fail. I will never be the mother that calls you to schedule a playdate or the girl that invites you over to dinner at my Pottery Barn table while serving asparagus with my signature pasta and homemade dessert.

But I do know this is a special happiness and love that we share. There are many things I can give her, but this is my very best...my passion and my heart...the thing that makes me better...my discipline.  I do not think there is a better gift we can give to our children than earnest belief and confidence in what matters to them. 

I could not ask for more than this soul connection that drives us to sweat and ache and pushes us closer to the finish line and then allows us to celebrate.  We are both anticipating her first medal and there will be happy tears of joy and pride streaming down our cheeks.  

And someday if she decides to become an astronaut or a teacher or a scientist, I will clap and cheer just as loudly.

This is about her...that brown-eyed, freckle-faced, tomboyish mini me .  

And so to you, Natalia Noelle, I leave my legacy.  I believe in you...your aspiration to become an “olympic runner,” your unconquered lands, your competitive instinct, your generous, caring spirit, and your huge personality.  You are going to be the best runner girl I have ever known and you will look to the right and find me there running every step of the way next to you.

Phobic

Ever had one of those dreams that felt so real you had to wake up to realize it wasn’t actually happening?  A few nights ago...in the middle of my REM...I’m driving the car with my husband in the passenger’s seat.  First problem, I’m the driver.  If at all possible, he is my designated driver forever and always.  It’s as if he were born with this internal GPS.  My blue-eyed boy is always fully confidant of exactly where he’s going even if he doesn’t have a clue. 

And so without any reason or explanation, I’m driving.  We are heading up a bridge straight into zero gravity.  “Dear Jesus...”I’m thinking. In this dream, I’m actually praying...really, really praying.  I’m frozen with fear. I cannot look to my right or my left, because in a second we could drop straight to certain doom.  But I keep driving and hoping and praying and driving and hoping and praying that we will outlive this scary moment and somehow make it over this bridge of terror.  

Problem number two, in case you haven’t realized I’m frantically and desperately scared of heights.  Yeah, this is bad, I mean very, very bad.  If we were going to drive a bridge to the heavens, at least my guy could have taken the lead on this one.  Because he actually would have probably considered this an adventure.  Which is exactly how he handles just about everything in life. While I sit back and analyze and freak...well, unless I’m racing or illustrating or competing. And I’m just hoping I survive for the next few seconds.  Yeah, and in case you’re wondering, I’m still frozen.

I have these same obsessive dreams...used to be that I hadn’t turned in my Math homework...how many 33 year-olds have frantic dreams about their Algebra homework?  I can’t help but thinking something is seriously wrong with me. 

Finally, there’s this other nightmare where I drive straight into the ocean.  Phobia #3: drowning in a large body of water stuck in my car. So I wonder what my subconscious is trying to tell me and I have to ask if there are any other crazy people out there brave enough to admit their phobias...even the ones that show themselves in our sleeping hours?

And I have to sit back and think these are the things that I have no control over.  These are the elephants in my life that I cannot outrun or outsmart or cover up with any amount of creative or artistic design.  This is where it simply can’t be up to this runner girl and I let God take charge. So I begin to search his Word and see what it speaks to me...

”Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you.  I do not give to you as the world gives.  Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”  John 14:27

“Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything.  Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done.”  Philippians 4:6

“See, God has come to save me.  I will trust in him and not be afraid.  The Lord God is my strength and my song; he has given me victory.” Isaiah 12:2

And I want these to be my mantras and my waking thoughts, so that even in my dreams...even when life is scary...even when it’s out of my control...my fears are quiet and my God is strong.

The Chase

Anybody remember that one guy that you spent months crushing on...trying to figure out his classes...his lunch...friends...locker...just for a glimpse.  I wasn’t a creeper...promise...but I chased a few hot guys.  There was one.  My forever first love.  From the moment I laid my middle school eyes on that boy...pink polo, white pants, striking dark crazy hair, blue eyes...it was all stars and hearts...he was in the 6th grade and a foot shorter than me. Back then, the chase was all excitement and thrill and adventure and a dream.  But I guess the chase never really left me.

And so it should...remain...the chase... the idea of love or romance or success or happiness or that one runner that you just can’t quite catch...no matter how much abs or grueling sweat or heavy breathing you put behind it. The chase is the perfecting of oneself or the thought of something better or more awesome than you, even on your best day.

Each Saturday as I run along the gorgeous Atlantic coastline, I obsess over dozens of swimmers with their perfectly sculpted physiques, training for their next Tri...and hundreds of cyclists exerting every bit of strength to climb bridge after bridge in their miled trail.  And I wish it was me.  I tell this runner girl that soon I’m going to be lapping it up out there...I mean after a few swim lessons or maybe get one of those bikes with the ridiculously small tires and skintight cycling jersey.  I laugh deep inside at this. And somehow the thought of chasing this starry-eyed athlete’s dream, makes me better, stronger, more focused.

But for now, I’m going to keep chasing the thought of being the best runner girl out there.

Last Saturday, I ran Key West.  One of 600 runners it was the smallest half of my career by far.  I found the toned girl with the 2.0 hour marker and figured as long as she was chasing me, we were good.  Then I noticed the girl who was running the entire race without shoes and I was astonished and completely taken with those uncovered and bare, black soles.  Yes, she would be my high and lofty goal.  So I chased the girl in the yellow sports bra with the small pony tail.  The tall, skinny guy in the blue shirt, breathing hard, short breaths. The girl who was killing it out there, in the glowing pink tank.  The beast of a man with the huge cross tattoo imprinted on his back. And finally that shoeless girl.  One by one as I passed each...I celebrated a sort of success.  Each chase was making me better...more disciplined...confidant...a champion.

Just a half mile out from the finish, Miss 2.0 suddenly sprinted past me, but I just kept on chasing the girl without shoes.  

I saw my kids...my guy...running through the cheer zone...full of claps and happy yells and total adrenaline...I swept through the finish at 1:59.

It’s always worth the challenge...the hard work...the sweat...the finish.  Never stop wanting, never stop running, and no matter who’s in front of you, never, ever stop chasing.

Check Out This App!

I’ve found myself over the past month...headphones in ear...latenight

...listening intently and absolutely taken with an entirely new approach to a familiar and age-old book.  Who would have figured a couple of college students could change the way we understand the Word of God? 

     It began with a few college guys in a dorm room one evening about 2 years ago.  Founder and CEO of the Press Bible, Maison Tiradoegas had recently come across an iOS app actually created by Al Gore.  The app was an interactive book that addressed global concerns via video, photography, and interactive info-graphics.  Simultaneously, he had  discovered a website called www.Lynda.com, containing video tutorials for design and technology, which made learning advanced subjects simple and manageable.  As he thumbed through his John McArthur Bible commentary, an idea sparked, “Wouldn’t this be much more appealing as a video of McArthur sharing his perpective?” rather than just words on a page.  Why not an app unlike anything the world has ever seen?

The original project sort of fell apart.  Lack of funds and other challenges, only caused Tiradoegas to delve deeper into his vision.  He was offered his dream job straight out of college but as he focused on the Press Bible, he knew it had to be his only option.  He postponed his wedding and maneuvered through unforeseen challenges.  In fact the project was recreated three times. Consequently, co-founder, Landon Kozeny was playing professional baseball in Santa Fe and left it all to tackle this project. But they both realized this was the pursuit of something extraordinary...something that had the potential to change lives forever.

Observing his kid brother’s navigation and love for the iPad, Tiradoegas and Kozeny, strategically wrote the app for teenagers and adults.  With the nextGen in mind, the content was made signature...original music...unique photography, modern design, and graphics...a partnership with Tyndale publishing for use of the New Living Translation...live video interviews with 14 professors and pastors...and audio narration.

The team’s goal was never to replace anything, but to bring each God-inspired book to life.  The Press Bible allows reader’s access to a free, engaging Bible experience.  Consumers can expect a fresh, compelling way to encounter God’s Word.  This app is an easy beginning place for unbelievers and and a way of furthering how mature believers memorize and interact with Scripture.  Tiradoegas sincerely states, “I love that people will be able to imagine (history) and these stories in (current) time.” 

Tiradoegas is quick to explain that the team has been stunned by the initial success of this project.  Just 9 days following it’s launch on June 21, 2013, the Press Bible had over 2500 downloads and close to 3000 video plays.  The biggest reward: Knowing that this little download might actually move someone to read and react to God’s word.

In 2013, the Barna Group stated, “Nearly half (46%) of adults believe the Bible doesn’t have much impact on American youth.”  Realizing that the Bible isn’t going anywhere, Tiradoegas, Kozeny, and the Other Half (their project team) believe that disrupting this quote, revolutionizing the way this younger generation views the Bible is only a press away.  They maintain that Bible education is the most important thing this generation needs and they plan to do everything in their power to take their take on the Gospel to the world. 

The Press Bible is currently available from the iTunes App Store and for all iOS devices.https://twitter.com/pressbible