There’s more than coffee brewing over here on this Blue Lollipop Road! The doors blew off my life last week. Big time. I AM SO EXCITED. I am also determined to help you blow up the things in your life that aren’t working by constantly blowing up things in mine that aren’t, and sharing them here with you.
After boogying for about 10 hours over the holiday weekend in the mountains at a big ol’ blast of a life celebration, this summer’s ride is soon on it’s way to catch some waves, a lot of fresh perspective, and a new passport stamp, far south. After that, road tripping north will be the game, to where this all began. We can never forget where we came from.
There’s no time for anything but living my friends! Get clear on what matters to you, take all your filters off, and respect the clock.
I guess I’m a writer. My grammar is terrible, I’m still not sure where quotes go, where commas should live, what should be italicized, capitalized, or what sounds good. I just write because I love to and I need to, to keep my sanity. Saying all that, pretend the below is formatted correctly in some kind of poetic form that makes sense:
None of us can beat Father Time, not even those of us with good looks, charm, buckets of money, or who are strong as an ox. While this mighty beast of a timekeeper has full control, holding his finger on the button that decides whether we are here or gone, the one thing he cannot control is what we do with the minutes we’re gifted.
Don’t wait. There’s never the perfect or right time for anything in this crazy life. The time is now. Make a toast to honor yourself in this new year, and continue to toast to every day.
Sitting here on a gorgeous Sunday night watching a fiery sunset:
(it almost looks like the breath of a dragon which I think is super cool), and I’m reading an article about people who shared their secrets for staying motivated, taking risks, and most of all…finding happiness. This paragraph jumped out at me:
This is so the truth. We are all working with the same tools.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m a weirdo because I cry a lot. Mostly when I hear about young people dying because I’ve experienced a lot of loss- too many friends who were much too young to not have a chance to live more days. I miss my friends so much, all the time. This damn news on my TV about far, far too many innocent people out trying to have a good time being murdered this weekend? Just too much. I can picture myself in a room with all those heartbroken friends, parents, siblings, and partners feeling ripped apart by sudden loss. It takes my breath away. I wish I could do even the tiniest thing to take away an ounce of pain for people who experience this kind of loss, but I know that’s not possible.
I hate, hate so much I cannot even stand it. I hate that so many people in this world hate themselves so much, they don’t know what to do besides kill other people.
Tears for strangers I will never know motivate me more than ever to tell everyone around me how much I love them, and to do work I love in this short life. I hope this awful, awful news will motivate all of us to honor those now gone from any tragic loss, to fight that burn of heartache, by loving hard and trying our best to do good things.
Who can you call right now just to say I love you?
All awesome things like friends, families, and neighbors, coming together (new and old), lots of socializing fun, honoring people we love who are no longer with us, and gifting scholarship dollars to deserving high school students to help support their travel goals. Doing good and p(L)aying forward to give back, makes everyone smile:
We are all hands in for our community kind of gals! So what’s in the hopper for this year? Well check out our event poster:
…and mark your calendars to join us!
If you can’t join us in some way for this great weekend in Vermont, maybe think about what really matters to you, and make your own community give back wherever you are. Our Play It Forward theme; Remember. Celebrate. Live:
*Remember where you came from
*Celebrate the memories you have
*Live like today is the day
Pretty good rules to live by, right?
Let’s all go and put some more love into the world by being Strong Mojo Warriors. Here we go, year 5!
It’s Sunday morning, May 15th and I just had a much needed long slumber after a busy week. I woke up missing some people I love, some living and some not. This is an everyday thing for me. In the quiet, all snuggled up in my fleece blanket staring at the blue sky out the window I thought for the gazillionth time how strange it is to consistently feel so happy, excited, and lucky, and yet so heavy-hearted, too.
As I sipped my coffee, I texted a few friends about this book, just published. My sweet friend Sam wrote it. This was a huge dream of his, and how I wish he was here to hold the actual printed version in his hands.
This time of year is my favorite; Warm temperatures, lots of exciting summer plans to be outside in the fresh air and sun, BLR Play It Forward is coming soon, and of course, commencement speeches. I never went to college, so I’ve only experienced commencement speeches online or at some else’s graduation. I wish these kinds of speeches happened all year around, and not just at universities during graduation month. I dig inspirational messages from people who’ve pushed through a bit of life’s minefield keeping a hard-earned smile, and then share their lessons.
I got a phone notification this morning as I was snuggled up, about Sheryl Sandberg’s Commencement Speech at UC Berkeley. She talks about grief, loss, and what she learned in death. Well worth the 26 minute watch:
My favorite parts are at around the 9:45 and 18:45 marks and towards the end when she says “Now I celebrate always.”
My Blue Lollipop Road mantra has always been to live simple. That “stuff” doesn’t matter…people and time do. Our theme for Play It Forward is Remember. Celebrate. Live; Remember where you came from, celebrate memories and what you have, and live like today is the day- don’t wait.
I know like Sheryl and many of you, I will wake up tomorrow still missing. I will always miss someone, a hug or holding that hand. I will always miss seeing some certain smiling faces or a laugh I remember that always felt so good to be around. I will also wake up tomorrow celebrating, because no matter what we’ve been through, we’ve got to keep kicking the shit out of option B. I hope all of us continue to love hard and leave it all on the field.
If there were only 11 more days left…what would you do?