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I’ve been going it alone for a long time.

I grew up in an era when we didn’t see a doctor for cuts and colds and constipation like people do now.

Other than dental and chiropractic care, I could count on all my digits how many times I’ve been to a doctor without using any twice. I don’t trust them. Not even a little.

Which explains why I’m here at an optometrist office pacing the room like a crazy person about ready to pass out from anxiety. If you offered me a chance to have my teeth drilled instead of this, I’d take it in a heartbeat.

My eyesight has been going south for a few years. At first I bought some cute reading glasses to get me by. But as I became more and more illiterate without some visual aid, I became obsessed with buying dollar store glasses and placing them in every nook and cranny in our house, in my car, at my office, my purse, book bags.

But that’s not why I’m writing.

I’m writing a story about friendships.

Warren and I were watching a TV show the other day where two of the main characters are best of best friends. They were in the military together, and now ER docs together. They would literally die for one another.

Now, I’m not asking for a girl friend who would literally die for me. But having one who understands that I am overly insecure and fearful when it comes to anything that compromises my physical prowess, and would accompany me to an eye appointment so I could cry on her shoulder, would be really nice.

I’m not asking for a pity party here. But I’m making a point that this is how I set my life up. And I’m sad about it. I don’t think I’m alone in this. I think some people have Bestest Friends living in the same zip code, and some don’t. Some people found a way to hold a person so spiritually and physically close to them that they could experience the every day menial and profound and boring and exciting trials of growing older, and some didn’t. And I think it’s one of the most under-rated qualities of life.

I’m sad that I have evolved to be a person who somehow shunned such intimacy – whether by a result of my upbringing, my shame for being needy, or my tendency to move every few years — that I can feel so alone with matters so trivial like going to an eye doctor. I like being independent, but I wish I had figured out a compromise. Especially today.

May 2017

“It’s never too late to be what you might have been.” George Elliot

The trouble I have with Facebook is the sharing of the memories.

Today I got one from “8 years ago.”

First of all, I’m still in shock that Facebook even existed eight years go. But the most depressing part is recognizing that in those eight years, other people – who think eight years was a Long Time Ago, or a “circa-” have developed from a being who had a curfew, to one who has solved worldwide problems; from a person

who had virtually no responsibilities, to one who governs multi-million dollar enterprises; from a student who had to be reminded to do homework, to one who has broken world records, while I was deciding what to have for dinner.

In eight years, people have literally changed the world, while I watched Law and Order on Netflix.

This under-achiever complex I have is a crisis. It’s a crisis that needs a fighter.

The chance that I’ll make much impact on the world is pretty narrow, but I am working to fortify my mindset so I can overcome barriers. I am working to surround myself with people who believe I can, because they are doing the same; I am working to go to sleep every night with my dreams under my pillow, so I can wake up every morning with intention to reach them, no matter how impossible.

My Goals are still a little unstable. I only have a teensy little pinhole of vision. I have a mountain of doubt and a huge collection of insecurity. But I am desperately open to wisdom and motivation and encouragement. And beyond anything: hope. And I am willing to take action.

Eight years from now, in 2027, when I’m 62 years old, what are you going tell me Facebook? I want you to remind me that I am a conqueror. That I did not give up. That I believed in myself. That the hope I attempted to harness was a fitting match. I want to see the world through eyes that are satisfied with who I have become.

What about your Memories? Where were you? And where are you going?

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People in my business (and others) want to complain that there is too much Social Media emphasis on bodies. So… things like selfies of washboard abs, and and advertisements using uber-fit chicks are actually Dis-couraging to people who are not already there, not En-couraging to them, they say.

There is a problem with this attitude. Many problems.

1. Where do we draw the line on beauty habits?
2. Isn’t self-improvement the message?
3. Vanity saved MY life!

And Bonus points: Body fat measures ARE a measure of health!

1.

I wear make-up. I shape my eyebrows (on a good month). I shave my legs. I go to the tanning booth. I have my hair styled and colored! (And I’m not alone!) And, I know women who will sit for God-knows-how-long, so that someone else can paint their nails!

Where are we going to draw the line with our beauty habits. Who gets to decide that natural hair color is not ok, and can be tampered-with, but natural breasts are, and should not be augmented? Who gets to decide that flaunting a well-sculpted body is damaging, but flashing a great pair of new shoes is ok?

Also, I know women with virtually flawless skin. I have seen countless ads and SM posts of people with perfect teeth. I can’t see how that would be discouraging? Don’t they just make you want to hydrate and floss?

2.

O My! We all started somewhere! None of us were born with the body we have now! We either made poor decisions, or good decisions. And a lot of us made poor decision before we made good decisions and we want to share that experience with others a) to encourage them that “if I can do it, you can do it!” and b) because it feels good when strangers say “good job!”

The desire for self-improvement is a basic human… shall I say Obligation? I have been a person who didn’t understand that desire. And it’s confusing. And that confusion is WAY worse than the struggle to be better every day. Trust me. Yay for us getting #bettereveryday!

And Finally and Most Passionately, 3.

The fact that I have a large “Vain,” is the reason I am even able to type this message now. The mirror has kept me accountable to my potential to be of very little good to anyone. I will candidly tell you, back in the day, it kept a needle from my arm, and vast quantities of alcohol from my lips when that seemed like a really good option for my life. Don’t judge people who need that damn mirror to keep being amazing! Celebrate the fact that we are contributing to the good of this planet, however we do it.

And Bonus points: Actual fact: People with more muscle mass ARE, as a whole, actually healthier than those with not enough. MBI (Body Mass Index) is no longer a viable measure of health. The more muscle you have, the better able you are at handling things like (whatever ) life (throws at you)!