So when I was growing up, and all through high school, I wanted to be a cheerleader. I mean really. But I was the invisible, outcast, almost alien child. Sure I was in great shape, I used to ride at least 100 miles a week on a bike, up and down all sorts of really gnarly hills and was in great shape. Tall, thin, flexible, coordinated, and worked the baton whicked fast. My sister hated me. I had the hair, skills, energy and strength, heck I could have been a flier, or one heck of a base. I had enthusiasm. I was almost the whole package. But I was horribly shy and about as social as an abused cat. But even today “Bring It On” and “Bring It On Again” are two of my favorite movies. “Hellcats,” when I remember to watch it, is also a favorite. But that was just a place in my life I could never get to.
So today I realized, somewhat late, but better than never I’d say, that I got my wish. My inner cheerleader is feeling fulfilled, happy and proud. Because life threw me the spirit stick and I DID NOT drop it! That’s a big thing, I mean huge. You drop the spirit stick and it’s a curse not just on you, but the whole team. So while I may not have the body I once did, and 100 miles a week is not quite something I can pull off these days, I’m still, FINALLY, a cheerleader!
Because I support my team, my friends, the people I adore with loving, positive energy any chance I can. I help people see past the negatives and encourage them to find the sunshine in any situation. And I can still do a split. Not that I have any reason to these days, but I can so stick the landing.
But I bring energy, enthusiasm, sunshine and as positive an outlook as I can to anyone that needs it. I’m Bringing It On every chance I get! And I still think spirit fingers is kinda, well, lame? :)
For those who are so inclined, I was moved to actually read my own blog outloud. Now let's see if I can post it here.
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