Mantra #8: Do the Hunt

Every year for Easter, my in-laws do a color coded egg hunt for their grandchildren.

Grandma fills eggs with candy and cash. Papa and uncles hide the eggs in age-appropriate spots in our backyard.

It’s 5 minutes of (somewhat) controlled chaos.

And. It’s. Awesome.

This year, my 19-yr-old college freshman didn’t tell Grandma to do eggs for him. He also didn’t tell her not to.

She did eggs for him. And he was thrilled.

In a culture that is constantly pushing us to grow up, I love that my sons are hanging on to joy. (The 17-yr old did it, too.)

I love that they know how to have fun and aren’t afraid of looking a little silly while doing it.

Which brings me to Mantra #8 in the 50 Mantras for turning 50 series:

๐˜ผ๐™ก๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ๐™จ ๐™™๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™ฉ.

๐Ÿฃ Maybe “the egg” is a certificate you’ve wanted to earn, a new software program you’re trying to master, or a hobby you want to re-start (cough, cough).

๐ŸชบMaybe the hunt is a promotion, a raise, or a project you want to lead.

You will never find the eggs if you’re not willing to go looking.

๐Ÿง™๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธDon’t count yourself out because you’re too old (or too young).

๐ŸฐDon’t miss out on the fun because you’re afraid of looking silly.

Mantra #7: Own Your Accomplishments

“What would 2014 you think of you now?”

This is the question that Amy Poehler recently asked Quinta Brunson on Amy’s podcast, “Good Hang with Amy Poehler.”

Brunson’s answer is a powerful lesson in owning our accomplishments with confidence and not demuring to others’ expectations that we stay small.

She said:
“I think 2014 me would be like, ‘Exactly. Period.’ Because I was a very determined, knew-where-I-was-going girl. I do not like to do that thing where people pretend like, ‘I had no idea this could happen to me!’ Like, no. I made every single move in my life so this could happen to me.”

So, with a nod to Quinta, this is Mantra #7 in my 50 Mantras series:

“๐™Š๐™ฌ๐™ฃ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™–๐™˜๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™ž๐™จ๐™๐™ข๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™จ. ๐˜ฟ๐™ค๐™ฃ’๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ก๐™ค๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฏ๐™š ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ข.”

I highly recommend that you watch the whole interview, and especially this clip. Quinta is so matter-of-fact in her answer, there’s no doubt that it’s true.

You ๐™ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฌ that she worked for everything she has achieved. And, you are rooting for her because she’s not boastful or gross about it.

When times are hard- like now- it’s easy to feel needy. Like everyone else is in on a secret and you’re not.

But what if you flipped your approach and brought Quinta-level confidence to your life?

You didn’t get to where you are by accident. You worked for it.

You did it before and you can do it again.

You’re not looking for a hand-out or an exception. You’re looking for an opportunity.

Share your accomplishments clearly and without apology. See what happens.

Because of L

This morning, within 30 minutes of each other, I received a text from a friend that a local young man named Luke died of childhood cancer and a call from another friend that my neighbor was having surgery.

I didnโ€™t immediately think about my own Luke, and thank God that it wasnโ€™t him. I wept for Lukeโ€™s parents and brothers. For their permanent emptiness and the courage it will take to grieve.

About my friend, I thought, โ€œthatโ€™s awful, how can I help?โ€ not, โ€œwhy didnโ€™t she tell me?โ€ I share this not to brag about how wonderful I am, but rather, to offer two thoughts.

First. Healing is possible and thank you for your help in my own healing journey. Years ago, amid my own grief and its corollary of self-absorption, I would have made my friendsโ€™ tragedy- and it is that- about me. Or, I would have diminished her experience altogether. Saying something (to myself at least) cruel like, โ€œwell, at least they caught it early.โ€

Second. A gentle suggestion. If When you are in the same situation- because tragedy finds us all- respond with love and empathy. Offer to help. Some of us believe that among #HurricaneHarvey, #DACA, #HurricaneIrma, the wild fires in the PNW we are in tragedy right now.

Grief was supposed to make me kinder, softer around the edges. It has. Healing is possible. But Itโ€™s one hell of a road. And you must do the work. You have to stay on the mat, as my friend G says. Stay on the mat. Donโ€™t hit the easy button. Iโ€™ve learned that deflection and comparison are my easy buttons. Iโ€™ve also learned that theyโ€™re thieves. They steal people of their own grief and they rob me of the chance to be kind, to be a friend, to be a Christian, a fellow human.

Healing doesnโ€™t mean โ€œover itโ€ or forgetting. I will never be over Lโ€™s diagnosis or the collapse of my career, or the betrayal of friendsโ€ฆor whatever events mark my life as before/after.

Healing means using my grief as fuel, instead of as a weapon. Healing means letting things impact me without defining me. Healing means action.

They will know we are Christians by our love. And love is a verb. Love and prayers are awesome and they helped us. They continue to help me. But donโ€™t stop there. Too many of us Christians pray and think thatโ€™s enough. Pray, of course. All the time, for everyone. Pray to be inspired to act.

I donated to St. Baldrickโ€™s in honor of Luke. Some friends and I are rallying to create a schedule to help our friend with housecleaning and meals. I hope you will feel inspired to act as well.