
Quote of the week: "Just don't give up trying to do what you really WANT to do. Where there is LOVE and INSPIRATION, I don't think you can go wrong." Ella Fitzgerald
Here I am with one of the strongest women I know - my "madrinha" and "Tia" Madeline; ("Godmother" and "Aunt" in Portuguese) - she is my "mochacappachino" (a tasty nickname for my sweet Tia; a cosmetologist and excellent coffee date), my confidant, my friend, and a cheering fan whether for sports or theater; she is one of my Papa's (I call my dad "Papa") 10 sisters (one of 17 children, he has 10 sisters and six other brothers; they grew up on a dairy in southern California).
This is a picture of us at the opening night of San Francisco State's production of the "Vagina Monologues" back in 2001.....wow, I was only 21 years old!
What does this have to do with struggle? Disappointment? Well, before I signed my letter of intent to SFSU, the advise I was given from concerned administrators and some extended family with good intentions was I should NOT double major while playing sports and definitely do NOT major in theatre as I would have no time to handle all my responsibilities.
Turns out, I did double major, in Theatre and in Political Science; my SFSU Lady Gators (coaches and teammates) were so incredibly supportive that all the challenges seemed like an exciting adventure instead of a daunting task.
I did in fact graduate with honors both athletically and academically from SFSU in May of 2004!
My Madrinha, my Tia Bernadette (her sister), my cousin Kat and my sister Vanessa drove up from so cal to attend the opening of the "Monologues" as my Papa likes to call them, and then drove me to meet my DIV. II softball team in a tournament in Bakersfield, Ca.! This is after we stayed up all night laughing and talking; jumping on my bed, and drinking milkshakes at one of the famous Mel's Diners in the CITY. Love makes anything possible!!
My Madrinha had one daughter, my beautiful cousin Melissa and she was killed in a hit and run car accident on St. Patrick's Day 2006 on the 405 freeway; she was just months shy of her 23 birthday.
Melissa was so effervescent with her inyourface honesty, her infectious and joyous laughter and her uncanny resemblance of my "Ava" Batista's (Grandmother) high school graduation picture. Though she didn't want to be a competitive softball player, she played recreational softball with us because she said spending time with her cousins was so much fun! She knew what was important in life - the fragile and valuable relationships that shape who we are!
Losing Melissa was tragic and the struggle to get through the days without picking up the phone and hearing her voice is extremely difficult. My Madrinha still manages to go on and give her gifts of a beautiful smile, giving heart and talented hair design to the world despite her loss - and I admire her strength!
I bring all of this up because I was reflecting today on the little hurts, temptations and frustrations of my life; the sleepless nights of juggling job, family, school, social life, etc.; I spent a wonderful weekend in the Bay Area and I was feeling too tired this morning to run; the fact that my stomach hurts is because this morning I found the remainder of my brother's Halloween candy and had that along with coffee and a quesidilla for brunch today instead of going for my usual Tuesday morning run, and now I am paying the price with a stomach ache....
and then I stopped to think: What would my Madrinha give for one more sleepless night with her daughter? What would the minutes we take for granted mean to them? So what I ate poorly this morning and have a tummy ache? At least I have the opportunity to get out and run it off this afternoon...I can make a conscious choice to eat better and live better RIGHT NOW.....at least I can choose what I WANT to eat unlike so many starving families, or those suffering with illnesses that require a strict diet or painful medication.
After reflecting on the struggles of others, and counting my blessings, almost like magic, my tummy no longer aches and I am no longer tired. My plan for the day is to offer my small sufferings as a gift or homage if you will in memory of or to honor those who can not get out and do what so many of us are blessed to do: walk, run, skip, jump, swim, climb, fly, reach, shoot, slide, read, write, sing, dance, PLAY, live, laugh, love!
So start that "Olympic Journal" RIGHT NOW....any journal will do; I suggest an Eco-friendly composition book (100 sheets, found at any staples store).....or a memo composition book at any drug store....then Decorate it front, back, inside and out with positive motivating pictures and words...stuff that when you look at it you want to write down all your dreams, goals, what you ate, drank and felt everyday......there are NO LIMITS on how creative you can be! And yes, I will be writing down that I bellied up to my brother's bag of milky ways and snickers for breakfast....I will own it, just like I will run an extra lap and make sure I have an extra 32 oz. of water per blooper to help me heal.
Remember: YOU are beautiful and YOU are LOVED!
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