The cool thing about being a dad, I was telling Camdyn while putting on my shoes, is that we can wear anything we want.
She gave me that look again, the one you’d see from someone on a practical jokes show. I just kept tying my shoes and didn’t even care they were Adidas soccer shoes with black dress socks. With a Hornets jersey tee and grey shorts with a pattern of fish bones.
I can too, she finally said, and pull it off even better.
So it’s in moments like this I get a bit more clarity why I am these girls’ papa. Clearly, it’s to force them to think on their feet in ways no ordinary dad could do. It’s definitely not to give clarity to life, although I spend an awful lot of time in that sad endeavor, too.
I wanted to write a Monday post about Mindfulness, I was telling a friend later that day.
But not a Mindful Monday post. I love alliteration but Mindful Mondays and Taco Tuesdays are culturally forced and the kind of bastardization of the concept I kind of hate. It’s like, yes, thanks for the taco, but you put tofu in it, therefore, it’s ruined.
So what the hell am I trying to say?
What I’m after is the kind of discourse to start the week that is about everything and nothing at all, sort of a Jerry Seinfeld meets the Transcendental Beatles kind of vibe.
I love challenge and I love randomness. I hit up a random word generator for a target to wrap my meanderings around like bacon on a filet mignon (or at least like those red ribbons around bologna, depending on proximity to the closest paycheck.
The word: Glide.
I’ll relate the word glide to a week of events, growing comfortable in a job, then hitting a wall; feeling unsocial, then laughing with a stranger; wallowing in a state of blueness I found no desire to attempt to shake – then feeling it lift on its own.
If I could glide through life somehow, to balance the value of a mindful start with the urgency to not get bogged down and fall behind on my day while I’m cross-legged on a recliner listening to Dorsey Standish in my earbuds or groaning through a sphinx pose.
To glide would be the ability to know the unanswered messages and unsubmitted time cards and unchecked blood sugar are all there and that they’ll be tended to in due time. To be on your way somewhere and at the same time wholly fine exactly where you are.
I want to hold onto glide for the rest of the week.
To glide is to make promises to yourself that aren’t pass/fail. I do that sometimes. I use promises to myself to guide me to efficiency or kindness or the better health that won’t leave my children without a dad before they should be.
I remember this last part a lot.
I’m a year younger than my dad when he died. Today I remembered how Tiger Woods’ life unraveled when his guide, father Earl, died too. It feels silly to assume these strong young women would go to pieces too at my loss but at the same time, why take a chance?
So I’ll make the easy promise to have that bowl of Frosted Flakes only if the glucose check comes back excellent.
I’ll change a promise from “be nice today” to “be nice today – and make note of the time when you break this promise. Tomorrow, go longer.” This is reasonable. My blue period gave me reason to shelter my own sunshine when the Lord knows the world needs it.
Not just mine, but yours.
How will I glide this week? I’ll just do something. One thing. Then move on. And pay attention to where you are. Whether it’s alone with your thoughts or close to a stranger or admiring the sharp neck line the lady at Great Clips in Indian Trail just gave you.
Because how are you going to glide into the rest of your day if you don’t?
What about you? What’s a struggle you refuse to bring from last week with you? How can you glide more gracefully into this week?
Maybe just glide – moonwalk, dance, tap your feet and clap your hands, etc. through the week. Music is a great motivator to keep you moving. I am going to continuing dancing as well as have my Barre class tonight too 🙂 Happy Day – Happy Week – Enjoy!
Any way that’ll get me there! I had a little Basia in my earbuds this morning and that kept things on the right track. Go get it in Barre for me to, would you? Have a great week!
I’m so glad you’ll be around decades longer for your girls than your Dad was able to be for you. That’s huge. Like cravesadventure said, music. Music always helps me feel better, move better.
It’s my hope anyway! I’m also careful not to walk out in front of buses. What good is good health if you get crunched?
Music has been a big part of the glide for sure, already today. Rock on.
Glide…an overlooked word. It makes me think of ice skating. After you pump your legs real hard and fast, you can glide for quite a while letting the breeze blow your hair back and feeling free. I’ll try to capture that feeling this week.
Loved this: “It’s definitely not to give clarity to life, although I spend an awful lot of time in that sad endeavor, too.” LOL—clarity to life isn’t easy to find most days.
Glide is a bit out of circulation, isn’t it Lisa? I love the imagery you’ve presented. It brings to mind the hard work we have to put in *before* we can glide – and also the freedom when we can. Oh, clarity is a tough one to pursue, and I’d rather go off looking for Sasquatch for better results.
I’m generally too anxious and uncoordinated to glide. I mainly try to hit the hole when I go through a door. You know, avoid shoulder checking the door jam. 🙂
Super impressed to check in (Big Teeth & Clouds wound down years ago) with you after all these years and see you’re still at it with the poignant content. Keep fighting for your girls & a humane and just world!
Gliding requires a degree of letting go, doesn’t it? And I feel you on the doorway – for me, it’s navigating ANYTHING without sacrificing my elbows to anything with a sharp angle.
I loved your blog and am sorry that it has wound down, but I’m definitely better of for having found it, and you, Joey. It’s been a struggle to get back here but it feels right.
I like the way you look at the word glide. It’s a beautiful imagery in a way. I want to glide into the week with grace. I’m not sure I need to let go of much from the last week other than my darn head cold, but it’s still a great thing to focus on. Thank you for sharing my friend!
Thanks, Beth! It gave me a bit of new perspective on the whole concept of ways to keep moving. I could see you gliding in with grace, even if the cold lingers! Thanks so much for your perspective.
I love how you interpret the word “glide” here. Last week, I let too many things get to me. Like, I would get angry or frustrated and wasn’t able to move past it. I’m definitely not going to let that happen this week. Gliding right past all that frustration.
Thanks, Lece. I feel like stumbling blocks sometimes conspire to sink us. They can often put just enough doubt in us that we can’t move on. I hope this week is already off to a better start! Got to glide, that’s all. You’ve got this.
Glide, ‘cause walking just won’t do. That’s a line in a song i like.
Tomorrow we will glide through Mardi Gras Day.
Walking might not get you through, Meems! Always a good song lyric out there to try on for size. Happy Mardi Gras Day!
Solid advice for someone like me. Years ago, a coworker told met I had a tendency to try to ‘push the river’ when work (and others) weren’t moving at the speed I desired. Basically I thrashed about at the roadblocks and made no progress and less friends. At any rate, I think learning to glide – from a forgiving (of others as well as self) and realistic daily promise to another is probably wiser than the big speeches I give myself about where I am and where I’m going. That stuff keeps one up at night.
I rely heavily on quotes to remind me to do better (do I lack the eloquence or wisdom to write my own mantras? maybe) but here’s yet another you reminded me of. I really wish I could remember the author. It’s one that helps me give space to my moods and goals and to forgive my fallibilities.
“I am the same person in triumph as I am in defeat. The best and brightest version of your open-hearted self is still the same self you’ll find lost in the thicket. And when you are lost, be brave, and when you’re brave, be kind, and when you can lead, you should and when you can’t, relax and let the river take you.”
A wonderful comment, Em. I feel like not every game is the World Series, too. In coaching soccer, if I pull out the Win One For The Gipper speech too often, it loses its punch (a little like the F word!)
Sometimes it’s that slow steady momentum we need to remind ourselves to stay on that will lead to wins more efficiently. I believe your reliance on quotes isn’t a function of dearth of eloquence of wisdom; rather, it’s a sign that you possess and uncanny understanding of the eloquence and wisdom you see as it works its way through your life.
I love that quote! It’s true that we give ourselves far less grace than we’d give others when we stumble – and even if the world won’t give us that, we need to for ourselves. Not too high, not too low.
The checks and balances in that quote are worthy of life. Always value yourself. Know your responsibility when you feel brave, to be kind. That it’s okay to let the river take you. I’m reminded of the idea that what we’re going through at the time will pass through eventually, as if we were standing in a running stream. What’s at your ankles now is downstream soon enough, and something else is headed your way.
I love that word, and I am gliding into my week, but finding a small thing of beauty each day, where unexpected. it can be in a person or a thing I see out in the world.
I think it’s less possible to not find things that are beautiful, Beth! So many things.
It’s definitely tough to glide through life sometimes, but I do think it can be necessary. I get too in my head sometimes and it’s rough.
There’s just too much that can happen in our head, right? Sometimes it’s best to leave that part behind and just BE.
Glide is a great word. It sounds easy, yet hard. It sounds smooth, yet can be tricky. But if you master the glide, you can only win.
Thanks San – for a random work, it fit! There’s work in its creation, but ease in its execution. Like managing life’s peaks and valleys.