(warning: my editor/husband/love machine did not look this over and is riddled with all the grammer issues.)
My super power: I see people, like really see people. I see who they are, and what motivates them. I am very good at it, and it helps in my job. Another fun fact is I know a lot of people. Not a brag, its true. Running with over 2000 people in the last 10 years, its just a fact. (And when I do brag, it’s about my rocking butt or my hilarious sense of humor…I am very funny, and humble) And with those 2 things, I have seen, met, and listened to people for the last decade. I love this, and is what actually springs me out of bed in the morning, and makes me fulfilled. It’s the part of my day where I know that humanity is all the same. We all want to be seen, be heard and be loved. I believe this in my pulsing aorta of my heart. And this gift of believing, and listening to people when they are vulnerable in the heaves of multiple miles, has given me a window into peoples lives. And let me tell you everyone, this window is mostly tragically cracked, with streams of light coming through the splinters of glass. I have run with people from every walk of life, from millionaires to homeless, and I have heard stories on runs that would make the anyone fall to your knees and weep. Stories of much too soon deaths, heart break to the millionth degree, broken families and tragic situations that I can’t even think about with out tearing up. We are all hurting.
Current situation: I am in a mega day of travel, on my way to Washington D.C. to stand with a being of women, that is bigger then myself, to help the people who are alone and who are hurting.
Oh, the irony.
I am marching, because most people are in the shit, and suffering secretly, shrouded in shame, guilt and crisis, and very few of them can pull themselves out. And as someone who has been in the the thickest of crap, and was able to pull myself out, I feel it is my duty and love to help others get up, get help, and be free.
And I really love the power of a movement.
My Goal: Shocker, we are not born lucky. The lucky ones do things that align of who they are, and then the world comes together for them, like magic. Some people, most people, don’t have the luxury of doing things this way. They have unimaginable obligations, burdens and tethers, either physical or mental, that ties them down. And then there are those who don’t think that are better then everyone else. I have believed this myself, in the past. But all of that draws out fear, judgement and closed mindedness. If we can see each other as humans, we can slay the fear, and help each other up and out towards a better way.
Please: One thing I would love to ask you is talk to people, different people, who may scare your on some level. Being scared is not a bad thing, it’s how we handle that fear, and usually the fear isn’t real…actually, most of the time.
Truth: No one is better then anyone else. We are all just people, who want to be heard, to be seen and to be loved. And we all deserve this.
All of us.