That moment when you walk in feeling all special and God bitch-slaps some humility into you. Just met another fitness trainer down in the hot tub. And it's not the fact he had better abs than me. That I can live with. And no, it's not that he's also writer... I thought that part was awesome. The gut punch was when I found out he just sold a script, and I'm probably older than his dad. Honestly, after a couple of minutes and my ego deflated done a few thought-bubbles, it actually made me very proud. There are so many of us trainers in this industry who secretly just want to be celebrities. This kid became a trainer because he loves he's an athlete who loves sharing his gift, and became a writer because one of his clients, a famous one, started mentoring him. Exactly the same journey I took. I don't talk about it too much, because i'm pretty private about my client list. But I trained David O Russell for years. You guys know him - he did Silver Linings Playbook, American Hustle, Joy, and my fav... The Figher. Anyway it's just nice to see young people so hungry. It also reminds me that while I love writing left-leaning politics, it may be time to get the new version of #FinalDraft on my #macbookpro . Truth is even though I've had a couple of projects on hold, I have never finished the script. Not one. I've barely finish the treatment. Maybe it's time to get disciplined. #behumble#writersofinstagram#lalifestyle#screenwriters#fitnessmotivation#fitnessinspiration
A lot of people who survive from fatal health risks are later told that they were only minutes, or seconds away from losing their lives. And it's funny how vulnerable all our lives are. One minute we're sipping afternoon tea with someone we love and the sun seems to be the perfect kind of warm; one of those days where you feel nothing could go wrong, and suddenly you see them grabbing their chest and falling to the floor. In that moment, you zone out into complete blankness of that moment, the second before the horror of the situation seep in.⠀
And you rush. You take them to help. But even if you give your hundred percent, a fact claws the back of your mind that no matter what you do, you can't stop destiny from taking whichever turn it wants. So you sit, and you do the only thing you know how to do - you pray.⠀
You pray to get another meal, another evening tea; just one fleeting moment where you could get the chance to tell them that you love them; that even though you don't give them daily hugs, they mean a great deal to you; like those constant pillars who you never suspect collapsing. And then you wait. For a white coat to come out and tell you it's over, everything is fine. And then they come out and everything around you goes disturbingly silent;⠀
I'm not gonna tell you whether it turns out to be fine, or if your words end up being muffled in your throat. But I'm sure you now have the picture of those few important people in your mind whom you haven't spoken to in a long while.⠀
So pick up your keys or your phone. And reach out to them. Tell them what they mean to you. Because human lives don't wait for you to gather courage before they leave you. We keep skipping days, prolonging that contact, not realising that several seconds pass by, silently asking you to speak up. So speak up, before it's too late; before they become another distant star in the night sky, waiting to be wished on when and if, they fall.⠀
- (Aaf) Warrior of Words⠀
Photo - Ehud Neuhaus⠀
Watered Down Wishes
We all know what the dandelion is famous for. The Legend of the Dandelion, as it's known, is a story about fairies & how they came to call the dandelion the "children's flower." It seems very fitting because, as we know early in childhood, curious little eyes zone in on those balls of white fluff seen towering over green blades of grass, & quickly, they become magnets for every child's attention. It isn't long until we find tiny feet & chubby little fingers running instantly upon sight to pick them followed up by the sight of rosy lips puckered to blow wishes into the wind upon its feathery seeds. Moments spent making wishes upon dandelion seeds seem to become second nature during every spring & summer in childhood. In time, childhood turns into adulthood & oftentimes those wishes are forgotten as we grow & find ourselves making new ones as we find our paths in life.
I came across this particular dandelion the other day. Drenched after a rain shower, I picked it up taking a trip back to my own childhood. I found myself puckering up as I had so many times before, curious to see if any of its seeds would fly into the air as usual. But Nothing. Not one moved. I thought to myself, "Wow, what a metaphor that is for life." How many times, as we head into adulthood & beyond, do we carry wishes & dreams for our lives, things that God has placed within us to aspire to or reach for, & our negative minds start working overtime, something happens or someone comes along, & we give them the power to water down those wishes & dreams God has placed with us or we have for ourselves? Why do we allow ideas or people to do that?! In doing so, we give situations or people the power to stop those from taking flight or coming to fruition. Nothing & no one deserves or has that kind of power in our lives. That power only comes through us allowing it. Know this, we ALWAYS have a choice to either live a life full of watered down wishes or leave our wishes, prayers, hopes, & dreams in the hands of the One who created us. The One whose power isn't from storybooks or old wives tales but The One whose power comes from above. (Continued below)
"Could you just sit here and 'be' before you bloody well dash off and 'do?'" This sentence rang as clear as a bell in my head upon waking this morning.
I always know my ever-patient higher self is becoming somewhat peeved with me when it starts using "bloody." Today, I sulkily retaliated with, "But, I want to 'be' in nature. Duh." It was an important exchange, albeit impatient and short, with myself.
And, after pouting for a minute and then closing my eyes, I remembered my inner landscape, beyond the blah blah friggin blah of my brain and petulance of my story, is as calm and calming a place as I'll ever encounter.
I determined to visit it more often.
Had a major breakthrough last night so I'm issuing a PSA:
You will NEVER get anything from a grapefruit, but grapefruit juice.
Now that can make you a great salad.
Or a yummy cocktail.
But a grapefruit will never be able to take on the flavor profile of something it fundamentally is not.
Like an orange.
We gotta stop squeezing these grapefruits & getting mad that we don't end up with orange juice, my friends.
That ain't gonna happen, EVER.
We CAN, however, learn to love the grapefruit for what it is & all of its delicious uniqueness. But pouring grapefruit juice into a recipe that SPECIFICALLY calls for orange juice, then getting mad that the cake doesn't taste like it's supposed to is straight up INSANITY.
Grapefruits are fun! Let's use them for grapefruit things!! Oranges are fun! Let's use them for orange things!
But let us never, NEVER mistake one for the other. 🍊🍋#GrapefruitsOnlyMakeGrapefruitJuice#SoDayka
on sunday, it'll be a year since i lost my father. a year of hurt and pain. and i am not thankful for that—not the way i was when i wrote this, when he was still alive. but it's also been a year of growth and strength. i am trying hard to focus on the latter. #jessicakatoff