Friday, June 28, 2013

She May Be A Prima Ballerina One Day

I'll never be a part of a great ballet performance at Lincoln Center.  I already know this to be a fact, and I'm ok with that.  I wasn't designed to be.

I was designed to be worn by a beginner ballerina.  A person who is exploring ballet for the first time.  Or someone who is rediscovering ballet again.

Although the prestige of appearing on such a highly regarded stage is quite appealing, I like that I may be one of many pairs of ballet shoes that helps the prima ballerina get there.

Who knows...

One day, as she's getting ready for her big debut performance  she'll reflect back upon her first ballet lesson when she slipped me on her feet.  How the feel of my canvas around her foot felt awkward to her at first, but in time became just as familiar to her as the basic techniques that helped her move forward to the next level of her dance prowess. 

Or maybe ...

She'll just wear me for the few years she takes ballet and then throw me in a box with other items from her other hobbies.  I won't be sad if that is the case and we don't reunite because I'll know for that short period of time I helped her make memories that will last her a lifetime.

I'm not sure what is ahead for me.  All I know is that there are so many possibilities and I look forward to starting the adventure.


For this week's Thursday Blog Project, Sara asked us to Trade places with someone for a day. Tell us what it was like to be in their shoes, to view the world through their eyes. Did you learn something from the experience?

Please take a moment to read whose shoes my fellow bloggers talked about ......
Momarock (Sara)

Merryland Girl (Melissa)

Mom of Many (Susanna)

Monday, June 24, 2013

One More to Stanley Cup Victory #Blackhawks

This past weekend I went on a long weekend, thus the reason I haven't posted my Thursday Blog Project post for this past week.  For last week's Thursday Blog Project, I asked the group to write about:  Are you superstitious? If so, tell us about one of your superstitious. If not talk about why. 

This trip of mine is also the reason I didn't watch the Stanley Cup Finals Saturday night - or at least the
fact that I was out and about that night is my excuse.  See, truth be told, I haven't watch a full game since the Blackhawks lost to the Kings on June 4th even though I would REALLY like to.

During regular season I did in fact watch Hawks game.  I tried to make it to a game at the United Center, but they were on strike when I was suppose to go.  However, when it comes to post season games that's when my superstitious ways kick in.  See I have this belief that if I watch VERY IMPORTANT games and a team really would like to wni said game, such as the Blackhawks, is contender I fear they will lose.

A lot of my friends have been telling me I'm silly for believing, and I even think it's silly.  It's just that once I convince myself it is in fact silly and allow myself to watch the game the team I'm rooting for ends up losing.  Even when I've convinced myself it's ok to flip to the game just for a few minutes it happens.  So, instead, I don't watch these games and catch the highlights in the post game show.

All I can say is that you have NO IDEA how much this kills me.  (You have no idea how much it kills me that I missed the game where the Hawks finally won in TRIPLE overtime.)  I'm waiting to be proven wrong.  I'm waiting for one of my favorite teams to lose on a night I don't watch, but it has yet to happen. 

This weekend, one of the people I met while on my trip said her husband is the same way.  I was happy to hear there are other people in the world like me.  It makes me feel a little bit better about this "quirk" of mine.

One last thing before I sign-off ... LET'S GO HAWKS!!!!

Now that I've told you about one of my supertitions, please take a moment to read what my fellow bloggers have to say:

Momarock (Sara)

Merryland Girl (Melissa)

Mom of Many (Susanna)

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Rediscovering A Love

Though I had been writing for several years prior, it wasn't until I was almost finished with college that I discovered my love of writing.

It was winter1998 and I had started an internship in the Public Information department of an adoption agency/maternity home called The Gladney Center for Adoption.  I was very excited about the internship and looked forward to all the knowledge I would gain from it.  However, I wasn't too thrilled about all the writing I would be doing.  I'm not sure how an Advertising/Public Relations major doesn't like writing, but at the time it was the last thing I wanted to spend my time doing.

From the very beginning of my internship one of my responsibilities was to assist with the development and production of the agency's quarterly newsletter.  At first this meant doing some basic work, but eventually led to me writing small 100 word (at most) pieces for the newsletter.  Over time I eventually was given the responsibility of writing an article as well.  Though the writing was formulaic, something happened during that summer that I did not expect.  When I returned to school for my last year of college August 1998 I made it a point to speak with one of my media writing professors about my summer and how I fell in love with writing.  He smiled and told me he knew it was just a matter of time.  Since I wasn't required to "suffer through" another semester of media writing I jumped at every chance I got at my internship.

After graduation I stopped writing as the job I eventually landed in didn't require me to do so.  Furthermore, my job also didn't require me to use the publicity skills I had learned as well.  Sure I could have written on my own, just for my own enjoyment, however I didn't.  Instead it wouldn't be until I started using LiveJournal sometime around 2005 (?) that I would really write again.  Even then, it wasn't the same feeling as I once had felt.

Five years ago I started blogging on a regular basis.  In the beginning I blogged about yarn and knitting as it was a hobby of mine.  However, slowly but surely I began blogging about my life.  I was on the tail-end of a bad divorce and writing made me happy.  Also, it gave me a chance to experiment with different ways of writing and formatting posts.

Getting involved with Chick Lit Central was something I never expect.  Melissa Amster was familiar with my writing and had mentioned on a few occasions she'd like for me to write something for the blog.  After some discussion we agreed to a book review of Meg Cabot's book, Boy Meets Girl; however, when I went to write the review a tribute to Tori Spelling emerged instead.  What can I say, Tori's glory overpowered my drive to write the review.

At this point I feel the need to back up just a bit as I failed to mention that at the time I meant to write the book review I was helping out at CLC behind the scenes with no intention of ever putting my face in the spotlight.  However, not to long after my Tori Spelling tribute I got the opportunity to review Let's Pretend This Never Happened by The Bloggess, a.k.a Jenny Lawson.  Since then the progression of my involvement with CLC is a bit of a blur.  A good blur, but nonetheless a blur.

Whenever anyone asks me what I do for a living I take a bit of a pause before actually answering their question.  The answer typically goes something like, "I'm a Legal Administrator. And... I also do book publicity and book reviews as well."  Then I feel the need to qualify that I don't get paid to do the book stuff even though I'm sure I don't have to.  Once I'm done sharing this information the person I'm talking to usually starts asking me questions about the book publicity/review work I do.  Most recently when I was having this conversation once I was done sharing some information the person in question said to me, "You love doing that, don't you?  I can see it in your face when you talk about it."  I smiled and simply answered, "Yes, I do."  However, inside I took note of her comment as I guess I never really realized how my presences changed when I speak about something, or someone, I love.

About a month ago I started writing a book.  I'm not sure what will come of it, but that hasn't stopped me from pouring my heart and soul into it.  I've also invested monetarily in the process by attending some workshops as well.  Sometimes I stop myself and wonder if it is worth the time, energy and money I've put into this venture.  Periodically the answer is not one people would like to hear.  However, I seem to somehow come that because last night, before I went to sleep, I was working on my book.  Actually, I practically fell asleep writing it.  If I didn't have to get up to turn off the light in my bedroom I probably would have fallen asleep with my laptop on my lap.

Being a part of Chick Lit Central changed my life.  Amongst the many gifts it has given me is that introduced me to such a loving and warm writing community, and gave me an outlet to better fine-tune the writing talent and express my voice.  Furthermore, and probably more importantly, it helped me rediscover a love I had long forgotten.  A love that feeds an important part of my soul and who I am.

For the Thursday Blog Project, Susanna asked us to write about: When you stop looking for something you often find it. Is this something that has been true in you life?  

The above is an example of a time when I found something after I stopped looking for it.  Now that you've read about one of my experiences, please take a moment to see what my fellow blogger have to say:

Momarock (Sara)

Merryland Girl (Melissa)

Mom of Many (Susanna)

Thursday, June 6, 2013

An Attorney with a Heart and "Soul"

It's Thursday!

This means it's time for the Thursday Blog Project.  This week, Melissa asked us to: Share a "Chicken Soup for the Soul" story that either happened to you personally or you witnessed. (If you've never read the CSftS books, they're these sweet, heartwarming stories.)

Though I'm sure I will think of MANY Chicken Soup for the Soul stories after I publish this post, at the moment I can't think of any.  So, instead I'm going to tell you about something nice someone I just met is doing for some friends of mine.

I'm always out to help my friends looking for job find one because I know how much the job market sucks right now.  In recent months a lot of my focus has been on my attorney type friends.  The other day I was having lunch with a new writer friend of mine.  We were introduced by the organizers of a writing retreat we're both participating in this summer.  Since this person is local we thought it would be fun to meet up for lunch prior to the retreat.  This lunch took place the other day.

Early on in my conversation with my new friend I asked what she did for a living.  "I"m an attorney," she replied.  I chuckled inside when she said this.  Seriously, what are the odds?  Out of all the participants that will be part of this retreat that live by me, leave it up to the universe to have me befriend the attorney.  (Did I mention that something similar happened my last writing retreat? I became friends with the attorney at that retreat, too!)

Being as familiar as I am with the legal field in my area, I asked what firm she worked at and how long she had been there.  That's when she started telling me all about the firm and her history with them.  She also mentioned that they seem to "always be hiring."  My ears perked up even more!

"Oh really?" I replied.  "I'll have to tell my friends who are looking for attorney jobs about that."  Then, I nicely asked, "Any chance I could have them send their resume to you and you pass it along?"  I have to admit, I was hesitant to ask.  It felt like a lot to ask of someone who hardly knew me let alone my friends.  She said, "Sure!  Not a problem.  Just have them e-mail me.  I don't have any hiring authority, but I would be happy to pass it along."

I later texted my new friend and thanked her again for helping even though she hasn't known me very long.  She told me it was no problem and she was happy to help regardless of how long we've known each other.

So far, only one of the three people I've given her information to has e-mailed her their resume.  (At least I only know of.)  Turns out that she is not just forwarding the resumes on to some HR person in the firm; she is forwarding them on to the managing partner of the firm.  Basically the top guy.  She wasn't sure when he'd be hiring again, but knew that he keeps resumes for when he does hire would seriously look at them.

It turns out, aside from writing my new friend and I have a lot in common.  I'm looking forward to seeing how this friendship develops.  I'm also looking forward to reading her book... but that's a different story for another time! 

There is a stereotype that attorneys are heartless, soulless individuals - and some of them are.  However, I am thankful that the ones I know aren't that way.  This story is just one example of one of the handful of attorney who heart and soul.

Now that I've shared my "Chicken Soup for the Soul" story, please take a moment to see what my fellow bloggers have to say about theirs:

Momarock (Sara)

Merryland Girl (Melissa)

Mom of Many (Susanna)

Monday, June 3, 2013

The Good "Fortune" of Friendship

For the Thursday Blog Project (that was suppose to post last Thursday, March 28th) I asked the group to write about the following: This week is about fortune cookie fortunes. Do you have a fortune cookie fortune that came true? One you wish would come true? Do you think they are silly? Share your thoughts!

A long, long, long time ago, (more then 10 years ago), I was told if I ever got a fortune cookie fortune that I liked I should put the date on the back and keep it so when it came true I could see how long it took to happen.

Yes, I'm THAT person who likes to believe their fortunes from fortune cookies will come true. (My internal optimist likes to think they will.) So over the years, every time I've gotten a fortune from a fortune cookie I've put the date on the back of it.

This past February I received a fortune that said, "Seek new friends, and you will find them." Normally, I would have rolled my eyes at this one, but the timing was, dare I say, kismet.

See for sometime prior to receiving this fortune, I've felt the need to make new friends. It's not that I don't love the ones I have (I TOTALLY DO!), it's just that we don't all share the same availability and I felt the need to expand my social circles as a result. Additionally, I knew I was coming up on a big change. The plan was to move to a new area. Though the move wasn't to an area totally unfamiliar to me, and I do know people who live there, I still didn't feel I had a group of friends I could call upon to hang out with at a moment's notice. I wanted to establish new friendships so when I made the move, I would know more people to hang out with.

In February, I posted a book review of Friendships Don't Just Happen by Shasta Nelson. When Shasta was in the Chicagoland area that same month for a book event, she also held a program called a "Friendship Accelerator". The idea behind the accelerator is to teach women about the structure of friendships and also pair them with potential friends. (Sorta of like "speed dating"--or in this case "speed friending"--but with a longer commitment than just attending one event with the hope someone will want to meet up with you beyond that point.)

So on Sunday, February 10th, I walked into a meeting room at the Hilton off the "Mag Mile" not knowing a soul outside of Shasta and her husband, whom I had met two nights earlier at the book event, with the hope that I would leave with the potential for some good friendships.

Not too long after I arrived, another individual, who happened to be in my group, arrived as well. As we sat waiting for the others to join us, we made small talk. During this conversation, she mentioned she used to run races as a way to meet people. DING! Racing! We have something to talk about ... Phew! This began a common pattern as the other four individuals arrived. Of course, naturally as we talked, I began to think about who I thought had "friend potential" and who didn't. (Bad, I know, but let's be honest here, we all do this in situations like these.)

As promised, the day was a mix of lecture by Shasta on friendship and friend-making activities as a way to get to know the people in our group. By the end of the day, I left the workshop with more knowledge about friendships that could easily be transferred to any relationship one has in their life, and a sense of hope I would have five new friends ... and maybe one or two new "good friends". Only time would tell what would be.

At this point I feel it's necessary to say that as part of the workshop we were required to get together as a group at least once a week for six weeks. By the time I suggested the topic for this blog post, I was several weeks into those six weeks and feeling rather good about this group and saw potential friendships forming.

Over time, what I have found is that, like the old saying goes, "you really can't judge a book by its cover." Some of the individuals in the group that I was sure I wouldn't get along with very well turned out to be the ones I get along with the best.

In addition to this workshop/friendship accelerator, I also started using Shasta's site,, more often. This has also helped me foster some friendships with individuals I would have not otherwise met.

As I started to get ready back in mid-March for my BIG move, I came across the fortune I spoke of above. When I saw it, and the date on the back, I laughed. It read: 2-13-13.... I had received it three days after the workshop that started me down the road to making new friends.

"What do ya know?" I thought to myself. "It actually came true."

I will be interested to see where these new friendships go. As I've learned recently, as our lives changes so do our relationships and that can mean friendships we thought would last a lifetime might, in fact, not.

Whatever happens, I'm thankful for all my friends - past, present and future.


Now that I've finally talked about fortune cookie fortunes, please take a moment to see what my fellow bloggers have to say about this topic:

Momarock (Sara)

Merryland Girl (Melissa)

Mom of Many (Susanna)