Monday, April 15, 2013
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
I was standing right over two women when I happened to notice there was a seat between them. However, smack dead in the center of the seat was a pole totally messing up the possibility of my comfortably getting into this seat. I had totally erased "doing unto others what I hate having done to me" -- squeezing in a tight seat/space -- until an announcement came over the loud speaker, “Due to train traffic ahead, the train is being held in the station.” On cue, a pain shot through my body, and my typical 35-minute ride began to look a lot different especially from a standing position. I eyed the seat from every angle. Which way could I enter this seat? Either way, one of these women would be very annoyed and subject to my entire backside as I twirled around this pole. I just took a deep breath, and swung in from the right. Epic fail! Now I was sitting on a weird slant and it was apparent that I had made a very bad decision. However, I refused to move. Everyone had watched my acrobatic entry and I would not try it again.
The young woman on the left turned to me and said “You’ll probably be more comfortable if you sit on this side.” I said, “You’re probably right.” With that, I got up and re-positioned myself on the other side of the rail which was smaller but less awkward. Truthfully, it was a very tight place that under NOTHING but duress should I have attempted. However, in that moment, something became more important -- MY PAIN. Turns out, one of the ladies was getting off shortly thereafter so I wasn't uncomfortable for too long.
When I first heard the concept of being “uncomfortable,’” I thought to myself, “who in the world wants to be uncomfortable!” Now, I get it: Sometimes the greatest moments come when you do something that normally would cause you to feel strange/awkward/different/uncomfortable. All the times I felt "uncomfortable” in my life was usually when I...
- Did something that I never thought that I could!
- Spoke openly and lovingly about my feelings to achieve an understanding
- Took a new class or went back to school or
- Stepped out on faith...
LifeStylin' Disclaimer: Please don't follow my example and try to fit on a bus or train seat that could cause you some offline problems. LOL Use your best judgment when you trying to implement this lesson literally LOL.)
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
I went away this weekend with a private group as part of a business collaborative. My job was to life/relationship coach and talk from the perspective of how we see ourselves. Many people don't know that for most of my twenties, I struggled with my weight - at one point tipping the scale at a generous 285 lbs. Even today, I still have to watch if my weight begins to climb.
Experts say when you lose weight to get rid of your old clothes. The last time I dropped like 15 lbs. I did just that! That way, when I can't get into my clothes and have nothing to wear, I have no choice but to get a grip. If we are not careful we will find ourselves going back to what is comfortable.
Truth be told, I am now and always been a foodie. For most of my life up until my early 20s, I was thin. My favorite thing to do especially when I am away is to eat all the foods I don't regularly eat. That hasn't change. So back to the retreat---There were some “Cookers!!” I mean, Good Ole’ Throw Down Back Home, Tear-Up-A-Kitchen Cooks! They were throwing DOWN and I was throwing IN! I stayed full. To make matters worse…lol…I found out while on the road that I really like Taco Bell’s Doritos Chicken Tacos.
Anyway, on the way home, we stopped at the bathroom and right next door is Taco Bell. So I decided for my final "hoorah" to make a run for the border. As I reached in my pocket to get money, I was met with an aluminum foil packet full of Turkey bacon. I had forgotten that I stuck it in my pocket in the car because they needed the bag. Laughing hysterically, I turn to my friend and say-"You know you really got 'fat girl' issues when you walking around with turkey bacon in your pocket while you are entering a taco bell. I need help.” We laughed until tears rolled out our eyes. Then I got a weird thought: Sometimes when you reach, you may find something you least expect. Last week, I reached in my pocket and found $10. The other week, I reached in a pocket and found a pair of earrings. How great is that! So, this week I am going “Reaching”. I do not mean that I am going to go and raid everything that I own with a pocket. I am going to reach believing that I will find something! Reaching for my dream! Reaching for the unbelievable! Just reaching! Who knows I might find something that I thought I lost... or maybe another surprise package of turkey bacon.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
This weekend I had the amazing privilege to be invited to the East Catalyst Conference which was basically a conference full of and sex[uality] activists, educators, etc. It was a place for voices to come together to teach and discuss topics as well as be informed around everything including sex and spirituality, homophobia, Measure B and more.
I was part of a panel on Homophobia in the Communities of Color. As a licensed minister, I am often asked to speak from the perspective of homophobia and religion. I was joined by phenomenal artists such as Slam the Poet, Regie Cabico, and Mo Beasley, who was also the moderator and the visionary for bringing us together. The experience was full of so much that I am still basking in it today!
But here is the CRAZY! Lifestylers, I had a massive Murphy’s Law explosion Friday morning before I left. Murphy’s Law says “whatever can happen…will,” and folks, it did. I lost my keys right before I left the house and spent 3 hours trying to reach my spouse to see if she could come home and lock the door. Since I was waiting to connect with others about my leaving schedule not only did I almost not have a bus ticket but they actually got to the bus station before me. A bill came out of nowhere needing to be paid that day. (It actually wasn’t out of nowhere, I had forgot to pay it.) All of a sudden everything that I had planned all week went up in smoke in about 3 hours. To top it all off, I missed my bus. I was freaking out! (Yea…the LifeStyler freaks out occasionally LOL. I’s human!)
I called my Jackman (from my Spiritual Pit Crew) – which is the person that lifts me up so that the work can be done. We talked for 1 minute. (It was really one minute.) As soon as the lines were disconnected, I was alright. I knew I had called the right person. She did not commiserate with me; she basically said GET ON THE BUS! (#Lesson) texted her: It must be a powerful trip. I immediately discern I was being stopped from something powerful. I say “discern” because you have to be able to tell the difference between a barrier and warning. One you need to take heed and the other, well you need to break through!
I decided to break through! I remembered whenever I experience a great challenge there was usually a greater experience on the other side so I pressed forward. I ended up still connecting with everyone when I got to D.C. simply because their bus was over an hour and half late! I made it to the hotel in time to make all the opening ceremonies. My keys were found at home and I had gotten paid from a freelance job which affording me to be able to make my travels. Just because you slowed down for a second, doesn’t mean you can’t win the race! Now looking back, I had truly spoken the truth: It WAS a powerful trip.
Because Life is a POWERFUL TRIP!