Mighty girl Maggie Mason’s book came out this year! I got my copy at the perfect time. My pregnancy brain has taken over and my brain cells are all being hijacked by the baby. I am in dire need of ideas for my blog.
On page 36 (a page titled “Swallow Your Pride”) she suggests you scan in a really awkward adolescent photo of yourself and tell a story from that time. “The more miserable you were, the more endearing you’ll become” is her promise.
Okay Maggie. I’m trusting you on this one.
So the first photo I will share is my high school cheerleading photo. It is a detail of my past that people in my life often gasp at. “You were a what?!” Yes. It’s true. You could find me on the top of pyramids, doing “herkies” and twirling about in a short skirt.
I did it because I liked to dance and loved choreographing those half-time routines. Honestly, the sideline cheers were a wee bit embarrassing, an unfortunate part of the job description that I endured so that I could do the running man and electric slide come half time.
Nevertheless, when I decided to become a life coach two years ago, some of those same fears returned. Would people think I was dorky to want to be a life coach? Was there any way to make it cool? I was afraid people were going to think of Stuart Smalley on Saturday Night Live or Dr. Phil… I was afraid Matt would think it was silly.
Then I had a dream.
In the dream I was a cheerleader. In the dream, I told Matt that this was really me, that as shy as I was to admit this part of myself, it really was who I am at my core. And this is what made me happiest: empowering others, encouraging them and believing in them so that they could create more and more of what they dreamed of and loved.
In the dream, and in real life, he is proud of me.
In a way, this photo represents an old part of me. But it also just me. I am a cheerleader.