the olympics

so. let me give you a little context for this:

i am doing another one of Julia Cameron's books after having finished the Artist's Way a few months ago. it was so transformative and encouraging, that i wanted to keep up the momentum. so i went out and bought another of her books: vein of gold.

so remember how there were lots of assignments and homework and list-making in the artist's way? no? well, there were.

but THIS book puts it to shame. i have to write an effing AUTOBIOGRAPHY.

let me be clear though, it's an important assignment... it's already been a great journey and i've moved through some really painful memories, as well as uncovering some funny ones too.

so anyhow, since it's taking up a significant portion of my time these days, i thought i'd share:

I always had visions of grandeur growing up. Like I dreamed that one day I’d go to the olympics by being discovered for my fast running.

I used to run in the races during recess in elementary school and only one boy was faster than me. Later on, in junior high, when I had started puberty and was a little chubby, I imagined that I might still be secretly fast.

I used to run as fast as I could through the parking lot from the salon up to the convenience store. I would go at an all out sprint to get anything anyone wanted from the 7-11. Lotto ticket? Sprinted. Soda? Sprinted. Ice cream from the Baskin Robbins next door to the 7-11? Sprinted and didn't even spill it.

In a parking lot.
In a small town outside of Houston, Texas.

I honestly thought a "scout" would see me and I'd be out of there, faster than a speeding bullet.


Love,
Sam