I’m not a ballerina. But this clip shows how I feel when I write and blog – in a word, alive. This works every nerve and brain cell and muscle, it takes everything I have and promises nothing in return. Many times it frustrates me. But when just once sentence is right, or when one paragraph crystallizes a memory and holds it up to the light – well, there’s no feeling in the world like it. It’s what I’m meant to do. And I have finally concluded that if I step out on faith, God will teach me how to fly. I’m not sure where this journey will lead – and I’m sort of okay with that – but if it begins with just one step I’m putting on my best stilettos (not pointe shoes) and pirouetting toward it like my life depends on it.
I inspire someone? Little ole me? Well, that’s Gone with the Wind Fabulous! A big thanks to Karri Bentley for presenting me with this honor. I have to say that I am really inspired by all the women I’ve become acquainted with in Birmingham who are writing their hearts out and sharing their unique journeys. I am blessed and proud to be part of such a supportive, creative community of dynamic women.
And according to Karri I am now to:
Display the award image on my blog. (check)
Link back to the person who nominated you. (check)
State 7 things about yourself. (below)
Nominate 15 other bloggers and link to their sites. (below)
Notify the bloggers that they have been nominated and link to the post.
Seven Things about Me:
I’m afraid of flying and am known to freak out on airplanes. Like, “I need a shot of tequila or a horse tranquilizer or maybe both before flying” afraid. Well – I’m not really afraid of flying…I’m afraid of crash landings! And I’m good for buzzing the stewardess and asking questions about strange noises or the pilot’s credentials.
I’m funny about my hair. It’s been chemical relaxer-free going on five years, it took me a long time to grow it out and to learn how to keep it healthy AND I’m tenderheaded. So one of my biggest pet peeves is when random people try to put their hands on or in it. Yes, this happens, and it’s as creepy as walking up and rubbing a random pregnant woman’s belly. Just don’t do it!
I advocate on behalf of the sexual assault survivor community and I will go to my grave fighting for survivors to have a voice and access to the resources they need. Community service and volunteerism are a crucial commitment for me, and I’m very proud to be a member of a service organization that impacts the Birmingham community in such a positive manner.
I walked with a limp for close to a year, thanks to a roller skating accident when I was in middle school. Add ill-considered tinted glasses, bushy eyebrows and weird hair and the fact that my mother insisted I take PE to the mix and yeah, middle school was torture for me. And because of the afore-mentioned weird hair, I will never willingly wear bangs again. Oh – and thanks to a great chiropractor and brow waxer, I no longer have the limp or the wolf brows.
I love to dance…in secret. Put on The Wobble, THIS by Maze, pre-1990s Michael Jackson, or EU (Sorry, Mom!) and I’m all over the the kitchen or living room floor. Literally, because I’m not that coordinated.
I make a meeeeeeeeeean seafood gumbo. I’d tell you what’s in it, but then I’d have to kill you.
I love classic films and television. I watch marathons of The Twilight Zone and Alfred Hitchcock Presentsevery year, and I live for the Turner Classic Movies channel. (If I told you how many times I’ve seen Gone with the Wind, Imitation of Life, The Little Foxes, All About Eve, The Wiz and Giant you wouldn’t believe me.)