This past year, Girls on the Run changed up our core values, mission and vision statement. It was time. The organization has grown SO MUCH in spirit. This constantly evolving “movement” needed some new values to explain what it is all about. Here’s what those look like:
Girls on the Run honors its core values. We strive to:
A value, in particular, that is resonating deeply with me is this one: Recognize our power and responsibility to be intentional in our decision making
Being intentional was a concept I did not understand until my early 40’s. I simply made decisions without giving them a whole lot of thought. At times, this has served me. Thinking too much can inhibit our creativity…but on the other hand being mindful with each step we take definitely takes us in the direction of our dreams, goals, aspirations, with more precision and often times without as many hiccups.
I’ve learned that to be mindful and intentional, I have to be fully present. Over the course of my life, I’ve learned how to bring myself to this full-presence state of mind…but in my younger years, I was less able to proactively make them occur. I feel fortunate that those moments of being-absolutely-present were sometimes just dropped into my lap.
I’ve titled these moments of crystal-clear-awareness “winks from the other side.” You know, those moments where for whatever reason, you remember them clearly, distinctly and with every detail branded on your brain. Often times they occur in quiet, without words or if words are present it is the space in which the words were said rather than the words themselves…it is the feeling of the experience that touches me. The smile on a girls face. The letter from a coach. The tears of a proud father. These moments of clear memory occur and can only occur when we are absolutely present. We are with…we are connected.
I’m currently experiencing a time in my life of great clarity. I’m in the process of making a decision that is very much an intentional one. I will be letting go of some elements of my life, that have become nothing more than habit, default, automatic pilot. I have forgotten why I am connected to these things…and therefore I am intentionally setting out to “let them go.”
It’s a little like something that happened last week. My son cleaned out my car. That meant emptying every little nook and cranny that was filled with old receipts, trash and old lip balms. I had a small moment of panic once I realized he had done this. What if he has thrown something away that is important? But the truth is, I don’t know what he had thrown away and therefore I can’t miss it. Those things we do by habit…I can’t appreciate until I notice they are missing (or until I notice that I have them). And that’s where this intentional letting go is going to play out next week.
I hope you are sufficiently teased by all of this…I’ll fill you in on more detail on Monday…but suffice it to say…I’m scared and excited at the same time. It’s a lot like eating a Warhead candy…both sweet and sour in the same exact second. I’m quite certain that letting go will clear up a lot of space for something else to come along. It will be mysteriously fun to see what fills in the space.
And that’s when I got to thinking…about another time…where I did precisely the same thing.
It was October 1994. I was at what I knew would be my last Hawaii Ironman…sitting on a rock over looking the Pacific Ocean. I had been there for a week, by myself. I’would come down to this same spot every morning to write, to breathe to look out. There was a turtle, the same one, who visited me there every morning. I’m sure he came here long before I ever did, but I felt as if he and I were somehow getting to know each other. I spent a lot of time by the water, thinking…mourning really…the fact that I knew this would be my last Ironman. I had made a decision to let them go and let ME go… the competitive me…the competitive athlete…let go of this competitive life I had known almost since the day of my birth, 33 years before. I was just one year sober. There had been a lot of change already, but I knew I had to do this. Something was pulling me to do it.
I wrote for hours in my journal about letting this go. I cried…I smiled…knowing deep down that something would inevitably come along to replace it. I did not know what would come, but I did know, without question, that it would be important. I was sad. I was pensive. I was excited.
The following year my son was born and the year after that so was Girls on the Run.
I’m quite certain that when we intentionally let something or someone go, something powerful comes along…Sometimes it just takes getting past the sour coating.
Can you recall a specific and intentional decision you made to let something go (a person, a job, a thought, a mindset) and becoming aware sometime later (either soon after or much later) that something beautiful, full and enriching had moved into the space? I’d like to hear about that.