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Need Change? Be The Change.

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I put on this shirt FiA yesterday that was created in honor of Charlotte’s Ruth Samuelson to go walk our dog. She must have whispered to me out there! While walking I felt a little voice inside telling me to update this post here and repost on FiAnation.com, our female fitness group.

Was she really whispering to me? With all that is happened the past 2 years in FiA, F3 and our country, I think maybe she was! #PoliPower. We have seen so much change and need change.

With all this change are you inspired to change something?

We are more than half way into 2017. Better get changing.

Why not do a half-time assessment?

To give you some ideas, I wanted to tell you about a conversation on change I had with Ruth.  Ruth was a living example of how “being the change” in small and big ways can positively impact ones family, community and politics.

She was a loving daughter, sister, wife, mom, grandmother, community leader and public servant. Ruth was athletic and loved to workout at 5:15am with her daughter Joy, who we know and love (FiA Santiago) and FiAs. When she suddenly got diagnosed with stage 4 ovarian cancer May 2016, and we found out the cancer had spread, it was a complete shocker to everyone who knew and loved her. Ruth?

Though now gone, I feel she will always be with us in the many lessons she taught, and the good, gutsy and crazy things she did we remember. I personally will always remember her genuineness, that bright smile, willingness to connect and her simple advice.

About 3 years ago, Ruth and I were having lunch together in Charlotte talking about life and change. I was at a crossroads trying to figure out where to best focus my activator type A energy. Should I stay focused on my work and community fitness efforts or launch a female start-up to stop the division in our politics and party? (Ha, ha. I had good intentions!).

When I asked Ruth for some guidance on this, she gazed at me for a pensive moment. You know that gaze if you knew Ruth. She said, “I like that FiA thing.” On stoping division and negativity in this political climate? With her pirate eyes and beautiful smile, she said:

From my experience, you can’t make others change. You have to be the change.

I will always remember this clarifying moment with Ruth. No matter her viewpoint, she was always so calm. So matter of fact. She sure loved ruffling us up by engaging change. She wanted change in her city so she put herself in the arena. She put name on the ballot, got elected, and went into politics where she could get engaged with others to contribute to the change she wanted to see in the community and state.

Unlike Ruth, I was not ready to run for office or to force change.

Force change. Nobody likes that.

Want change? The key is you have to step up in your life to engage change.

It’s like Ruth putting her name on the ballot. One small step forward may lead to dramatic change. So let’s do a half-time assessment:

What line in the sand do you need to step over this weekend to create change?

3 ideas to spark movement:

  • Re-organize your busy life: The days and years fly by really fast! Tomorrow is not guaranteed for any of us. Assess: Are you living the life you imagined or is your life a blur? Get focused and planning. What and who matter most to you? Eliminate the junk and take action on what brings you joy. You will avoid living with regret.
  • Be the life-changer: We are our brothers and sisters keepers right? What positive impact can you make today? Make a decision to turn your pain, anger, frustration or sadness into a mission for change. Look up. Say hello. Be the smile, humor and patience you need. Be the calm in someone’s storm. Be the friend in someone’s loss. Be the mentor in confusion. Be the strength in weakness. Be the light in darkness. Be the bridge to conversation. Be the doer of good we need in this world.
  • Pray it up: As forward focused change agents we need to exercise, pray it up, give thanks, and thenlet it go to avoid the stress that can pull us backwards. Ruth prayed a lot everyday and is probably still praying for us in Heaven. Pray it up to Ruth. She loves to talk! Pray it up to God and your family in Heaven. Have quiet conversations at home, in your car, on a walk, etc. Let God worry about your worries. He is vast. We are so small.

#BeTheChange

Written in honor of #PoliPower #LatiniStrong #CoopStrong #CheechStrong #RapunzelStrong #NashStrong #SydneyStrong #SharretStrong #TaylorStrong #Dadstrong #MomStrong and all you all.

#LiveLoveLead

Fin. Amy Peacock

June 30, 2017

 

How a Friend & Music Got Me Running

“At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.” -Albert Schweitzer

One of my goals this year is to start thanking the people in my life who cared for people I know and love, as well as myself.

Today I want to thank my friend “Bo” who got me started running.

I was in junior high-school when I first “ran” just to run. In the past the only time I had to run was in soccer.

Just “going for a run” was definitely not on my “to do” list. Never felt the pull.

Yet, I began running because of Bo, my childhood friend and neighbor.

One day as we were chatting after school, he invited me to join him running that weekend. How nice, right?  He must have realized I needed or wanted to lose weight.

That Saturday we met for our first run. It was Bo, his black Sony Walkman, and me.  In his Walkman was a mixed tape of his favorite Led Zeppelin music. We said hello to each-other, then he put the earphones in his ears and off we went.

Uphill. 

Can we stop, I said?

I was out of shape and not a “runner.” I began huffing and puffing. Bo must have sensed my misery! About 5 minutes into our run, he stopped running.

He looked concerned (or maybe just annoyed) then smiled at me.

He took off his earphones and handed them to me along with his Walkman.

“Amy, you gotta listen to music…it will make your run better!”

I took him up on the offer and put the earphones in.

I had heard “Stairway to Heaven” at many school dances (the parents and teachers loved to waltz around slowly to that song), but really never listened to any other Led Zeppelin music.

I figured any music would work to ease the pain of the run! The first song on his playlist was “Black Dog.”

“Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move / Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove…”

I started running and it did seem easier.

I survived that day thanks to Bo and Led Zeppelin.

And I am still running today!

Now, every single time I hear a Led Zeppelin song…I feel like I just gotta run!

Crazy.

So, thank you!

You never know what a little kindness can do!

Who knew I would learn to LOVE running?

Who knew I got back to running because of the iPod?

Who knew I would run so many races in so many places?

Who knew I would then go on to teach people how to run and earn money doing it?

And who knew I would own a dog named Finnegan who also loves to run?

The greatest of gratitude to Bo.

Thanks for the spark!

Fin. Amy

My 1st Guitar Lesson:Seven Bridges Road

Isn’t it funny that one song or piece of news can spur so many memories?

Then the next thing you know you are in a daze traveling down memory lane?

When I heard the news about Glenn Frey, it immediately took me back to the music he and the Eagles produced.

Memories started flooding in.

I used to love listening to “Hotel California” on the CD player we had in our very first house. The speakers were amazing. The music was so clear.

In fact, the very first song I learned to play on guitar was by the Eagles.

My mother gave me a gift certificate for music lessons on my 24th birthday.

My mom, dad and sisters all were musically inclined. Third child (me) not so.

Guess she knew.

How is it I did not learn an instrument in school or get lessons until I was 24?

Impatient? Too busy? Parents tired?

Anyway.

Never too late to learn.

My instrument of choice was guitar and my plan was to use my Dad’s old Spanish guitar.

The night of my first lesson, I sneaked away from work early.  I wanted to be sure to make it to my music lesson on time.

I made it just on time. I flew open the door to the music store and saw my new guitar instructor patiently waiting for me. My instructor was tall and skinny. I could tell he was nice instantly by his gentle smile and easy-going demeanor.

He looked about 40 years old and was wearing faded jeans, a white t-shirt and dusty worn boots. He held his long blond hair back in a low ponytail.

He was very calm.  Just the calm I needed back then (and now).

To slow down.

We smiled, shook hands and had some small talk before beginning our lesson.

I could tell he was eyeing my guitar.

To me it was just my Dad’s guitar.

I felt a little uncomfortable and asked if the old guitar would work.

“Sure, for now.” He said with a smile.

Then he asked me what was the one song I really wanted to play on my guitar.

What song?  My heart leaped for joy!  No need to worry about chords first?

“Well…I really love “Seven Bridges Road” by the Eagles.

I was introduced to this song by the Phi Mu Washboard Band at The University of Georgia  in Athens, GA. They sang it so beautifully. Friends and I played “Seven Bridges Road” on many a road trip thereafter.

He laughed then nodded, “Well, that is a fast one, but let’s get started.”

So that was the first song I learned to play on my guitar!  Several others followed and I eventually bought a new guitar, but I will always remember that first lesson and the freedom in learning a song I loved…first.

So, thanks to my music instructor, thanks to Glenn Frey, The Eagles, PhiMu Washboard Band, patient teachers, singers, song writers and my talented family.

There ARE stars in the southern sky.

Fin. Amy Peacock

 

 

 

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