New Year New…Ah, Nevermind.

Pretty accurate representation of how I looked most of January 2020.

“Every New Year is the direct descendant, isn’t it, of a long line of proven criminals?” – Ogden Nash

I know, it’s the end of January already the middle of February and here I am mentioning the “New Year”. I also know it’s been more than two months since my last post, which can be akin to a death knell for a blog.

But not to worry. I’m still here, still thinking, ranting, working, doing shit, and even writing.

And this is all despite a super crappy beginning to 2020, which has left me anywhere from 2 to 300 weeks behind on any and everything on my to-do list.

How crappy was the beginning of the year? Well, let me tell you. The first few days of 2020 started out okay, winter break ended, the kids went back to school after we managed not to inflict any permanent damage upon each other. And then…(insert dramatic swell of music here)

I got a cold on January 3rd. Or what I thought was a cold. A really BAD cold. Sneezing and coughing and snotting SO MUCH. Aches. Slight fever. Fatigue. The flu? Maybe. I decided the best thing I could do was rest and stay away from humanity for a couple of days. And see if a hot toddy or three would help.

Things seemed to be improving by Monday morning. I was able to get up, work, do laundry and function semi-normally. And then (insert an even more intense dramatic swell here)…

I tanked, and badly, by the end of the day. After repeating that Mom Mantra of “I’M FINE” for several hours, I reluctantly agreed to go to urgent care. The rest of my family was kind of excited because they were going to the Moe’s next door for burritos. I exacted my revenge on them by swiping a pen from the urgent care reception desk. I mean, the receptionist said I could keep it after I coughed all over it, and I figured it would be rude to not accept. (side note: there will be more on my infatuation with and collection of free pens at a later date).

My evaluation revealed that I, in fact, had pneumonia. Which I was verrrrrry skeptical about. I’ve gotten colds and bronchitis and that kind of crap, but pneumonia? For reals?? While I was yeah yeah, ok’ing the doctor, I insisted for the 27th time that day that I was FINE. And I was too busy to have pneumonia! I have work and bathrooms to clean and a writing workshop to attend tomorrow, so this pneumonia would have to just go away and leave me alone.

The doctor laughed at me and said, you’re not going to feel like doing anything. Cancel all your plans for the rest of the week, and maybe next week as well.

She wasn’t kidding. By the next morning, when I thought I should be feeling better, I instead felt like I had been slammed to the ground, beaten up, and knifed through my abdomen. With mucus pouring out of my face, and lungs that needed to be frequently and painfully cleared by coughing.

So here we are, at the end of January 2020, already in February 2020, whether you believe it’s a new decade this year or next. I’ve already told January to suck an egg. Which I wish I could have done sooner, of course, but here we are.

Will things magically transform with a flip of the calendar page? Not likely. And not only because I keep staring at the blank space on the wall that should be occupied by the 2020 calendar that I’m now two months behind in designing and ordering. It also has to do with the box of “Holiday Cheer and Happy New Year” cards have been languishing on the counter since the end of December. The silver lining is that it’s not going to matter what photos I put on the January page of the calendar, and the cards are so late in going out that it really doesn’t matter if I get them mailed next week or July.

The takeaway from all of this, for me, is that nothing is predictable or guaranteed. Don’t ever get used to things running smoothly or thinking things are going your way. The person who is able to dance between the raindrops and land, unscathed, on their feet will never be you, so you might as well accept it.

So what to do about that? Plan for every conceivable challenge? Look for every sign that adversity is coming? Catastrophize all the things? Sure, go ahead. I won’t be joining you in that effort. You’d be better off letting the knowledge that there are just things that happen in one lifetime that you will have no control over, sink in and become part of your subconscious.

What I mean is, YES, of course, have your contingency plans. If you can, have that extra cash stashed away, equip your cars with emergency kits, make sure you have water, non-perishable food and fuel stockpiled in your home, have legal things documented and accessible. But know that one cannot possibly account for every single way that any and every single day can go well or completely sideways.

Know that there may be those days, those moments, those periods of time when nothing in your life experience and knowledge base applies, and where you will have absolutely no idea what you’re supposed to do next, or after that, or even after that.

I mean, shit happens, right?

Shit sure does happen, mostly when you least expect it, and always has the absolute worst timing.

Lest you think I’m being all gloom and doom, a Debbie Downer, a storm of despondency, or a Negative Nellie, let me tell you: I could look at the beginning of 2020 as a chunk of time lost; lament the hours I wasn’t able to work, bemoan the housework and home maintenance that was left undone, be pissy about the extra effort I have to put in at work and home to catch up. But I’m not doing any of those things.

The beginning of this calendar year hasn’t been what I expected or could have in any way anticipated. But more thoughts were thunk and more plans were made and more epiphanies were experienced than would have been possible otherwise. I have no regrets or rueful emotions; in fact, I’m rather looking forward to how the beginning of 2020 can inform how I approach not only the rest of the year, but the rest of my life.

How about you, dear reader? How is this year shaping up for you? Are you looking to maintain your status quo or change things up? Have you faced any unexpected challenges? Have you adopted a new attitude, new goals, or both? What words of wisdom would you most like to pass along? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Until Next Time,

Just Breathe.

The Twisted Maven

Serendipity.

“Serendipity: the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for” – Merriam-Webster Dictionary

Sure, I have written a bit about the dissolution of my former career. And I can say with confidence, that yes, I am definitely happier now than I was during the majority of that 20+ year consulting career. However, the separation from that career, and from my last job in that career, was not without significant cost and a lot of feelings.

Maybe I’ll detail all those feelings and costs in a future post, but for now, suffice to say that the loss of my job, the loss of a schedule, the loss of income, the loss of status as a full-time working parent was a pretty big blow to my psyche.

But amidst my floundering and existential crisising and organizing and napping and stay-at-home momming, there have been all these “and then…” moments that can only be described as serendipity. For example, I wasn’t looking to work with kids, I didn’t have a burning desire to coach anything, I wasn’t dying to make connections within my community…and then…

Serendipity happened, because Girls on the Run happened.

Three years ago, I started my first season as a coach for Girls on the Run in my community. We were one of four pilot programs for the newly formed Girls on the Run of Greater Hartford council.

To say I was nervous at the outset is an understatement. I’d never coached a team before. I’d never spent much time with tween girls. I didn’t know the two women I’d be coaching with, although between the two of them, they seemed to be friends with EVERYONE in our small town, a fact that my reticent and introverted self found intimidating. I didn’t consider myself capable of being inspirational, garnering respect or demonstrating strength. I mean, I’d just flunked out of my career, for shits’s sake! Oh, and I swear a lot.

Within the first few weeks, my apprehension turned to excitement and anticipation, which eventually evolved into confidence and appreciation and joy.  The lessons that Girls on the Run strives to teach are so spot on with this age group, and these girls REALLY got it.  And my co-coaches? They were simply amazing women whom I quickly came to view as friends, and continue to do so. The same goes for every single other person I’ve had the pleasure to coach with since that first season.

You see, the Girls on the Run program isn’t just about running.  That first season, and every season since, we played games and set goals and ran, jogged, or walked laps. We had serious conversations about peer pressure, teamwork, support, strength, friendship and a lot of other issues that are helpful to girls in this stage of their lives.  I was amazed by the depth and maturity of their thoughts and responses to some complex issues that they have dealt with or will deal with down the road.  I also enjoyed their silliness and goofing around and the way kids just act like kids, with their lack of filters, their loudness and their laughter.

As it turns out, I really enjoy being around kids.  Sharing the Girls on the Run lessons with the teams I coached was such a privilege. I was not only imparting some really useful knowledge to these girls, but I was also reinforcing and applying the concepts in my own life. And I found that I am certainly able to communicate with kids without using curse words. Woot! 

And then…

After three years and six seasons as a Coach for Girls on the Run, I am now the Program Coordinator for Girls on the Run of Greater Hartford. With this position, I’ve been able to meld the management, organizational and mentoring capabilities I’d gained in my previous career with my knowledge of the Girls on the Run program and my desire to make the world a better place by helping women and girls feel confident, connected, capable, and empowered.

So, serendipity. I wasn’t looking for Girls on the Run, but we found each other, and we have both benefited. I say that statement as a humble truth, without caveats or qualifications. And now it’s time to send the message, as far and wide as I can, why I am, and will continue to be, so passionate about Girls on the Run:

  1. Because I could have totally benefited from a program like this when I was in elementary and middle school. And I have heard the same exact thing from SO MANY other women who learn about Girls on the Run!
  2. Because research and statistics demonstrate that Girls on the Run provides positive messages and boosts academic and social success for girls.
  3. Because my ability to communicate with my daughters has improved after we all participated in the program.
  4. Because I have witnessed how Girls on the Run can increase not only physical fitness, but also confidence, compassion, and teamwork.
  5. Because Girls on the Run is an inclusive program for girls; no matter their financial status, ethnicity, geographic location, disabilities, sexual orientation or athleticism. This program is for EVERY GIRL.
  6. Because I have been gifted with so many moments that have brought me to tears and cheers, due to the unifying, strengthening and amazing things that happen with and between Girls on the Run participants, even extending beyond practices and teams.
  7. Because being a Girls on the Run coach has positively influenced my own life. It’s boosted my self-esteem, social abilities, and my connection to my community.
  8. Because parent feedback has been overwhelmingly positive, and parents and girls are truly learning better ways to communicate with each other.
  9. Because the teams are able to transcend cliques and grade groups, girls are able make friends who will support each other beyond the program.
  10. Because there’s nothing better than a girl who is confident, compassionate, connected to her community, and believes she is capable of anything!

So there’s my tale of serendipity; what’s yours? Have you ever just found yourself taking a moment and appreciating something that you weren’t necessarily seeking, but that has brought you great joy?

If you’d like to learn more about Girls on the Run Greater Hartford, including how to become a volunteer or bring a site to your community, click here. And if you’re outside of the Greater Hartford, CT area and would like to learn more about Girls on the Run, including coaching and/or bringing a team to your area, click here.

Please comment below or send me an email, I’d love to hear from you about your serendipitous moments, your experience with or questions about Girls on the Run, and anything you’d like to see in future posts! And if you like what you’ve read, please share!

Until Next Time…

Just Breathe.

The Twisted Maven

©The Twisted Maven, 2019

Choice Equals Choices

“Because you are women, people will force their thinking on you…don’t live the shadows of people’s judgment. Make your own choices in the light of your own wisdom” – Amitabh Bachchan.

This piece was difficult to write, and I purposely chose not to include any graphics.

Let’s just say this month has been one of the longest years I’ve ever experienced. I feel as though I have an abundance of topics on my mind, which are as varied and scattered as my brain has been lately. There’s all these things happening, but one thing has overshadowed all of it.

It’s the fact that several states have now passed laws restricting abortion to the point that under no circumstances will it be legal to perform or have an abortion procedure without penalty to the impregnated or their health care provider.

At this point, I’m grateful that none of these laws will take effect immediately, and most will be challenged in higher courts. I hope women and organizations such as the ACLU, Planned Parenthood, as well as others, will fight against these draconian laws. I also hope that the judges in those cases will honestly and thoughtfully consider all of the facts. And that ultimately the courts will decide to uphold women’s rights make choices about their bodies, as well as access to health care.

I have to say that most of the outrage that I’ve observed over these restrictive anti-choice laws has been focused on victims of rape and/or incest, as well as pregnancies that compromise or endanger a woman’s or fetuses’ health.

To be honest, I feel like those emphases may be a bit excessive. Lest you think I’m a heartless asshole, let me say this: victims of sexual assault should absolutely be granted all of the medical, emotional and psychological support that they need, up to and beyond the right to terminate a pregnancy that has been forced upon them. And the same goes for women whose own health or fetuses may be compromised by carrying a baby to term.

Here’s my “however”: pregnancies terminated due to reported sexual assault and/or concern for the woman’s/fetuses health make up less than 3% of abortions performed each year. Yet, it seems to me that a disproportionate number of many of the pro-choice arguments have focused on this minority-by-a-lot demographic.

Here’s why I think that is: people who are pro-choice want to have the best reasons to support their stance, which is understandable. And the concept of a child or woman being forced to give birth to a baby borne of assault and without consent, or at grave risk to her health is truly abhorrent.

But I’d like to focus on the other 97 percent of women who elect to terminate pregnancies, at any point. I’d like to move beyond the obvious and into the uncomfortable. Because I feel like that is where the conversations and education need to happen.

The majority of legal abortions obtained in the United States happen because progressing with the pregnancy would adversely affect the woman’s life. Some of the specific reasons include financial instability, age, the desire to avoid single parenthood, not being emotionally/mentally ready for the responsibility of raising a child, and concern about how a baby would affect their entire life.

Does that make you uncomfortable? Are you thinking that, due to your own personal experiences and biases, that a “healthy” pregnancy should continue to term? Because the woman could choose adoption, because birth rates are falling, because women you know, or you yourself, want or wanted to have a baby, and have had to face great, heartbreaking adversity in trying to achieve their goal?

Understand that you are essentially comparing apples to oranges if that is your line of thinking. And let me offer a simple thought: why should a woman be forced to be pregnant against their will? Please let that question sink in. Read it again, and think about it.

Why should a woman be forced to be pregnant against her will? She shouldn’t.

Another way to consider it; one of the main arguments against a woman’s right to choose is that a fertilized human egg is that it is a human life that should be saved, preserved. What about other procedures to save human life? There are people who require blood transfusions, organ replacements, bone marrow infusions, in order to save their lives.

What do all of those procedures have in common? They are performed with the consent of the person saving those lives, through blood, organ and marrow donation, whether the donor is alive or dead.

So again, why would a person be forced to “save a life” against their will?

Pregnancy is an infinitely complex issue. It affects every single woman differently. When I had my children, I wanted to be pregnant, I loved being pregnant, my fertilized eggs were healthy and I was a fabulous pregnant woman. I was also in a stable relationship and financially secure. And if my two pregnancies were any indication, I could have borne many more children easily. I consciously choose not to, and because I had access to insurance and affordable birth control, that choice was simple.

But I have seen and/or heard of countless scenarios that where unlike mine. And had my circumstances been different, my choices may have also been different.

Here’s a hard truth: if abortions are made illegal, they will still happen, but without medical expertise and with great risk to the women and those who love them. At least, for those who are not financially privileged. Those with means will still and always be able to deal with unwanted pregnancies.

Personal anecdote: one of my ancestors had had an illegal abortion prior to Roe v.Wade. Which resulted in her death, and lead to her seven children being raised in an orphanage. This relative was uneducated, an immigrant, impoverished, and didn’t have the physical, financial or emotional capacity to add another child to her already overwhelmed life.

Consider this; if my ancestor had had access to legal and safe abortion services, and had legal autonomy over her body, she could have had a simple medical procedure and would have been able to continue raising her children. Think about the fact that the ripple effect of this one woman’s situation is affecting three and four generations since.

So here’s the uncomfortable truth; women choose to terminate pregnancies for myriad reasons, some of which may not jibe with your personal beliefs.

But to take away the ability to terminate any unwanted, traumatic, unhealthy, or otherwise compromised pregnancy will not significantly reduce abortions. Instead, they will be relegated to illegal locations, which could be unhealthy at the least, and deadly at the most. And those who will not be able to afford these illegal abortions are also those who cannot afford prenatal care, hospital expenses for the birth of their child, and the cost for the care of a baby.

So no matter your personal beliefs about the right to choose to abort a pregnancy, you cannot and should not impose them upon others. Women deserve autonomy over their bodies, their brains and their psyche. Access to health care and education should be a top priority, instead of ripping the rug out from under women.

Observations and studies have shown, time and time again, access to gynecological care and affordable birth control greatly reduces the incidence of unintended pregnancy and abortions.

Give women the power to make their own decisions about their bodies, you give them the power to make decisions about their entire lives.

And if that scares you, crawl under the rock where you belong. Otherwise, join hands, and let’s continue to fight and work for equality and autonomy for over half the world’s population.

If you stuck with me through all that, I thank you. I understand that this is a complicated subject, and I respect those opinions that vary from mine. However, the point I cannot step away from is forcing a woman to pregnant against her will. This is what I feel strongly about and is the basis for my entire argument to preserve a woman’s right to choose.

Please know that I welcome your thoughts, both opposing and in support.

In the meantime…

Just Breathe.

The Twisted Maven

March Forward, Women!

“There is a growing strength in women but it’s in the forehead, not the forearm” – Beverly Sills

The month of March is designated as Women’s History Month in several countries, inspired by International Women’s Day, occurring on March 8th. The day and the month are set aside to recognize of the contributions of women and to support gender equality.

The concept dates back to the early 20th century, when, in 1909, a National Women’s Day was observed in the United States, in recognition of the 1908 protests in New York City by garment workers against their poor working environment.

The idea spread across the pond to Europe and beyond over the the rest of the century, and in 1975, the United Nations designated March 8th as International Women’s Day.

This year, Women’s History Month honors “Visionary Women: Champions of Peace and Nonviolence.” According to the National Women’s History Alliance, “…the drive for nonviolent change has been championed by visionary women. These women consciously built supportive, nonviolent alternative and loving communities as well as advocating change.” I’ve been reading about the history of some of the women advocates, and it’s fascinating and inspiring.

The theme of this year’s International Women’s Day was the promotion of gender balance, in the workplace, in education, in communities, everywhere. Cool concept, right?

Although, if I’m being real, I don’t believe that kind of equity is not going to happen in the near future. While tremendous advances have been made with respect to gender equality over the past few decades, I fear that the current U.S. political atmosphere is going to do nothing to advance the cause of equality, and not just gender equality. In fact, I feel like it’s moving actively against it. I do hope, however, that we can stop the pendulum swing well before I get shipped off to the Colonies, and in time for my daughters to know greater parity in life than I have.

That said, this month and day needs to recognized, not so much as a celebration, but as a reminder to commit ourselves to lift one another up. A reminder that over half the world’s population is female, and therefore, the future has to be inclusive.

Pontification and politics aside, I would like to give a few shout-outs to the kinds of women who should be acknowledged during this month, as well as every single other month on the calendar:

The women working their way through post-secondary education efforts, whether it’s a technical or trade school, college, grad school or beyond. Those who are paying their bills and putting in their time, so they can make a contribution to the workforce as well as their families.

The survivors of sexual and domestic abuse, who were able to remove themselves and their children/siblings/parent from that situation. Also, to those women and girls who may not have a choice but to stay and endure, may they find the resources and strength to persevere and survive.

The women who provide knowledge, guidance and love and support to children who are not their own, every single day, as caretakers and teachers.

The divorced women who have every other weekend without their kids, and do what they want on those weekends off without guilt, knowing that when it’s their weekend “on”, there is no “off” button.

The women who are defying gender stereotypes in their chosen professions, whether as executives, blue collar workers, scientists, and everything else in between that has been traditionally male-dominated.

The women who have lost their spouses to violence, illness, or abandonment, who do their best every freaking day to maintain a healthy and happy household.

The women who have decided that getting married and/or having children is not for them. By the way, they have absolutely no need to hear, from anyone, that they’ll surely change their minds, else they will regret it when they’re older.

The women who stand up! The women who call out misogynistic behavior by their male co-workers, friends, family and strangers. Those who refuse to be bystanders, but rather, are stand-by-hers.

The women who are stay-at-home mothers, who decide to exit (or not enter) the workforce so that they can devote their time to their children and their household. As with the decision to not have children, this is not a situation to be judged or commented on.

The women who volunteer for schools, sports teams, libraries, and elsewhere in their communities and beyond, for the sole purpose of giving.

The women who disrupt! The women who put on pink hats and marched. The record number of women who have run for public office over the last couple of years, who are doing their best to tamp down the patriarchy. The women who start campaigns, take to the streets, address the government directly, and more, in order to defend basic human rights, women’s rights to biological autonomy, as well as our most vulnerable members of society.

The women who are unfailingly champions of other women. Those who mentor, support, and uplift; whether in academic, personal or professional settings.

The women of every day. The women you work with, are friends with, are related to. The women who ask if they can help you find anything while you’re shopping, the women who compassionately provide health services, the women who deliver food to your table while you’re dining out, the women who give you understanding nods and high-fives with their eyes when you’re struggling with a toddler tantrum in the grocery store, or a scornful teenager in a dressing room.

Please understand that this is by no means a comprehensive list of women who deserve acknowledgement. There are so many more that are occurring to me even as I write this, but this is at least a start.

So I ask you to take notice. See and understand the women around you. Notice the woman shopping next to you, who is wearing a beautiful skirt, and tell her. See the woman in the minivan in the drive through line ahead of you, and pay for her coffee and the muffins she’s getting for her kids. Hear the woman in your doctor’s office whose voice is straining as she’s being made to wait more than an hour for her appointment, and talk to her. Listen to your friend, who is saying she is fine, but her tone and body language is telling you something different. Ask the woman, who appears to be struggling with her packages at the post office, if you can assist her.

And kindly indulge me and thank your mom, your grandmother, your aunts, cousins, your best friends, and anyone else who has been an important woman in your life. Even if it’s a silent thought of gratitude, these are the kinds of women who have helped make YOU the undeniably unique, incredible woman that you are.

Lastly, I give you the words of A.A. Milne, speaking through Christopher Robin, as what you need to know about yourself: “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you know. “

Until next time,

Just Breathe…

The Twisted Maven

©thetwistedmaven.com, 2019