Leaving The Old You Behind (But Holding Onto The Wisdom)

Prior to moving to Boston I spent a month in Mississippi.  I met many interesting people there, one of which happened to be a former UMass baseball player (are you connecting the dots?).  Anyway, this was a turning point in my life- and after years of running from myself, I decided to face life head-on.

Every now and then people from those Southaven days will reemerge- and it’s always at the perfect time.

Just the other day I was thinking about how my relationship dynamics have changed drastically in the last few months.  Men I used to date no longer speak to me disrespectfully as they used to, happy people are gravitating toward me, and Negative Nancies of the past are realizing I won’t join their pity party- and although it’s been a slow process, it started with how I responded.

Remember- you can choose what you want to accept or not.

People are realizing I am different now- and that constitutes being treated differently, too.  Thank God.  I have finally stepped into the person I was always supposed to be without being scared of my power, my talents, or my voice.  I stopped letting men sexualize me for a sense of worth, I stopped altering my views to fit in, and I stopped holding back my thoughts.

So, over the weekend I randomly received a message from a friend I met in Southaven.  It was a time of immense self development (and people saw me in my most vulnerable state), so it’s always interesting to see how everyone is doing.  Out of the blue, he told me he had a dream about helping me run- either running toward or away from something.  It didn’t take me long to figure that one out.

“I was running away from my old self.”

In the dream, he must have been trying to help me leave the old Kristin behind- the Kristin I so desperately clung onto for so long.  Instead of opening a fresh page, I was stuck on the last chapters.

In order to run toward the future, you must be at peace with the past.  Now, I’m willing to let go of the old and run toward what is next- what I am meant to be- and I’m already witnessing it before my very eyes.

“Last Saturday in the South”

Easter Lily

Well, I’ve officially kept a plant alive for over a year now.

It’s pretty hard to believe.

I’ve fondly written about my peace lily, a little gem I picked up when I worked at One International.  I initially bought the lily for my desk, but since then, it’s seen three apartments, survived public transit on multiple occasions, and has been brought back to life several times.

She’s a little champ.

So, knowing that I can successfully care for a plant (first a plant, then a pet, they say…), I decided to get another one.  This actually wasn’t my idea- my mom mentioned it when I showed her a picture of a new trash can I bought to match my soap dispenser and comforter.  Of course, I need to find something cute to do with a trash can, right?

I entertained her by putting my peace lily in the trash can (that sounds terrible), but we agreed it needed something taller.  I continued to use the trash can as a, well, trash can, until last night- when I spotted a lonely lily at CVS.

Leave it to me to find the lone plant marked at 25% off.  Dry and looking sad, I picked up the lily without question and headed to check out, along with my red lipstick, face masks, and popcorn.  Hey, it was Friday night- and Friday nights are meant for vegging out.

Once I got home, I put everything away, gave my new lily some water, and set her in her new home.  It was perfect!  I read up on Easter Lilies and learned they’re known as joyful symbols of elegance, beauty, spirituality, hope, and life.  How appropriate.

Even if we’re lost and lonely somewhere, there’s a place we will fit- and I feel that way about Boston.  I’ve not only found myself, but I’ve started to be able to care for other things, too- and I have my two lilies to prove it.

Always A Giant

Summer 2010

Happy Opening Day!

Ten years ago I moved to San Francisco after 23 years in Michigan.  I had never followed a sports team before, but the moment I stepped into AT&T Park that April night, everything changed.

The Giants went from underdog to three World Series wins, and although they lost when I saw them in Chicago during the 2016 playoffs, there’s always this season.

Even though I left San Francisco in 2011, you can take the girl out of California, but she will always be a Giant!  Here’s to an even year. ⚾️ ⚾️