Re: What was your lightbulb moment?
I have loved reading all of these posts, and it got me thinking about my "lightbulb moment." For a long time I thought I didn't have one, but the more I think about it the more I know I did, though there were really several small things that happened around the same time that started me on this journey.
But the big one came last Christmas, when my family gathered on Christmas night to watch some old 8mm films my grandmother had. Most of them were from the late 70s-early 80's (when I was a kid. I'm 29 now.) We had a grand time watching the films, most of which were of birthday parties or picnics or big snow days out in the country on the horse farm I grew up on. But one of them was just an ordinary day when I was about 7. I was wearing my favorite green leotard, the one I thought made me look like a gypsy, and my long dark hair was tied back in a ponytail. My grandmother kept the camera on my sister and I as we ran all over the hill, up and down about a thousand times, then up into the woods to jump out of trees, or down the big hill to the creek. Something about watching that video made me so sad. Watching it I could remember exactly what it felt like to inhabit that seven-year-olds body - the one that could run and jump and didn't feel self-conscious in a leotard - and I MISSED THAT FEELING. I sat on the couch and looked that that younger me and realized that I'd let myself down. Not by weighing a lot, but by not taking care of that body that had carried me so far in life and had given me so much. I wanted to feel that sense of ease and confidence again. I wanted to know that if I wanted to I could climb a tree or run a mile without feeling like I would die. I wanted that *me* back.
And I'm not there yet by a long shot, but I am a lot closer than I was.
I have loved reading all of these posts, and it got me thinking about my "lightbulb moment." For a long time I thought I didn't have one, but the more I think about it the more I know I did, though there were really several small things that happened around the same time that started me on this journey.
But the big one came last Christmas, when my family gathered on Christmas night to watch some old 8mm films my grandmother had. Most of them were from the late 70s-early 80's (when I was a kid. I'm 29 now.) We had a grand time watching the films, most of which were of birthday parties or picnics or big snow days out in the country on the horse farm I grew up on. But one of them was just an ordinary day when I was about 7. I was wearing my favorite green leotard, the one I thought made me look like a gypsy, and my long dark hair was tied back in a ponytail. My grandmother kept the camera on my sister and I as we ran all over the hill, up and down about a thousand times, then up into the woods to jump out of trees, or down the big hill to the creek. Something about watching that video made me so sad. Watching it I could remember exactly what it felt like to inhabit that seven-year-olds body - the one that could run and jump and didn't feel self-conscious in a leotard - and I MISSED THAT FEELING. I sat on the couch and looked that that younger me and realized that I'd let myself down. Not by weighing a lot, but by not taking care of that body that had carried me so far in life and had given me so much. I wanted to feel that sense of ease and confidence again. I wanted to know that if I wanted to I could climb a tree or run a mile without feeling like I would die. I wanted that *me* back.
And I'm not there yet by a long shot, but I am a lot closer than I was.





on 3rd JANUARY 2006 



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