It’s kind of wild to pack up all of your life experiences, grab 7 pairs of shoes (no lie!) and schlep back to where you came from hoping what you have to say will resonate with people who very likely knew you as a high school kid. I tore through every second of my time there with my HAIR ON FIRE: a full day client strategy session, four back to back presentations on marketing/leadership and celebrating yet another milestone… my 37th birthday.
The entire week was a trip down memory lane.
In addition to working my a** off, I reconnected with my old high school principal. I spent oodles of time with my family. I snagged lunch, cocktails and coffee with several old friends and colleagues. I worked out at the YMCA — the same place that honored me with a Certificate of Completion when I finally became a tadpole. (Think swimming lessons.)
I won’t bore you with ALL of the details. But I’d love to share a few quick laughs and aha’s:
- I finally got to test drive my new sweater dress without Spanx. (Brook: 1; Spanx: 0)
- Wearing mean-spirited heels day after day is way harder on your dawgs than any marathon could ever be. (Brook: 0; Heels: 1)
- For the first time ever, my slouch boots stayed up without twine. (Brook: 1; Twine: 0)
- When peeps ask, “What are you doing to look so good?” and you respond with, “Running freakin’ marathons,” no one wants to continue the conversation. (Brook: 1; New Potential Marathoners: 0)
- It’s a sad, sad day when you realize the size of your quads now dictates the size of your jeans. (Brook: 0; Jeans: 1)
For my birthday, I went searching for yet another pair of cowgirl boots AND a super cute pair of jeans. I spent a good hour at the local western store attempting to squeeze my marathoning a**, (and legs!) into Miss Me jeans. No freakin’ sale. After the sales rep, for the 5th time, says to me, “Lady, that sh*t just isn’t good on you,” I conceded and landed on a pair of Rock Revival. The trouble with any of these “cute as sh*t” jeans is that you are invariably worried that your crack or your underpants will forever be hanging the freak out.
My birthday ushered in a whole lot of HELL YES. (And a few tears, too.)
On my drive back to Denver, I spent some time chewing on everything I’ve accomplished this year. For me… it’s been an outrageous 12 months jam-packed with growth and lessons learned… with a hefty dose of bat sh*t and f*ing ridiculous stirred in for good measure. My biggest lesson was this:
———-> I am the one I’ve been waiting for. <———-
(Thank you Jesus I finally figured THAT out.)
Looking ahead to 37… here’s who I want to be:
- Someone who lives an outrageously authentic life. One who prefers “right” over “popular” and truth over bull sh*t every single time.
- A person who knows where her boundaries are… and isn’t afraid to rescue herself.
- A girl who lives honestly, passionately and fully… and invites those around her to do the same.
- A person who enjoys more and endures less.
- One who cares as much about others living boldly as she does herself.
- Someone who will always look the world straight in the eye and never, EVER let an excuse stop her.
So… today… I’m celebrating memory lane… jeans that fully cover your a**… and the hope that the big 3-7 will be all things magic.
P.S. One of the highlights of the trip was connecting with a handful of new blog readers. (Several women came up after each presentation to introduce themselves, to thank me and to share THEIR journey, too.) I am humbled, honored and grateful.
P.P.S. I just got this testimonial for my new book ONWARD! yesterday, “Hey just finished your book. You are f*ing hilarious. I’m striving for 13 miles and last weekend ran my first nine miles ever. Did it again today. I laughed and laughed while reading your book. The honesty is awesome. You and Midas rocked it out! Thanks for the inspiration!” (Crazy, right? You can snag your Kindle version here for $3.99.)
And finally — a quick thank you to Lindsay, Eric and Tracy for making my time on campus perfect. Your service and commitment to excellence are WORLD-CLASS.
Hubs gave me a birthday card with a PS (I guess the PS thing has caught on). It said: “You are better looking now than when I met you at 29.” What a good man. lol.