Well hello 2015. I admit, I’ve been hobbling into the new year, still reminiscent of the past two weeks and surveying the mess and open suitcases in my house with dread. Every time I see someone post something with cheerleader gusto about NEW GOALS! RUNNING SHOES! SIX HOUR HOUSE CLEANING BLITZ! or, God forbid, NEW YEAR JUICE CLEANSE!, I want to kick them in the shins with the sparkle shoes I never ended up wearing New Year’s Eve. Which sums up a wonderfully supportive attitude for other women, eh? Don’t be ambitious! Don’t follow your dreams! Stay back for me! An attitude I’m climbing out of right now. To all the ambitious, juice-chugging, mile-logging, goal-chasing beautiful women out there who started the new year out with a pace I wasn’t quite ready for…thank you. Thank you for setting the pace, for using your enthusiasm to invite me to share it. Thank you for secretly motivating me and for not keeping the fear of pissing other women off from doing what you do and doing it well–shining bright. We other women will choose to throw our shoes on eventually and come keep you company. Or maybe we’ll choose to stay put, happy to chase goals that are different from yours. We’ll still wave big fluorescent posters for you from the bleachers while you run your race–start the wave, sing some Queen, stomp and clap and cheer for you to finish. And if, for any reason, we choose not to support you, to laugh at your juice cleanse, to mock your ambition or to let your goals, your success and your enthusiasm get so in the way of our own that we drink the attitude poison–keep running, friend. Pay no attention to us. It has nothing to do with you. It’s the suitcases we let sit, the alarm clock we turned off, the books we’re not reading, the time we wasted, the thing we wanted to start doing so badly that we haven’t made time for. But you? Please run. We need you to run. Even if we pretend like we don’t. Your ambition stands as nothing less than an invitation to join you or to learn from you–even if that learning means we discover we have shin splints and we hate kale. You? You are a New Year’s mascot, and every team needs one. So thank you.
I have some pictures I really love from a sweet three-day trip we took to St. Petersburg this past week. But maybe they’ll come tomorrow. It felt a little forced today to post shiny beach pictures when really heading back into reality kicked my ass today. And I needed to thank the runners and the early morning risers and the go-getting mascots. Tonight I’m setting out my tennis shoes, my pencil, my paper, my paints, my books, my cleaning rags, my heart. Tomorrow I can’t wait to join you. Meet me at the bleachers. 5:00. I’ll bring coffee.