Saturday, March 30, 2019

Day 30 of the #40daysto40 #Birthdaychallenge Madness


Day 30: May 11, 2017

Challenge: Do an at-home facial

This was another challenge to do something I'd never done before, pamper myself, and remind myself that I am pretty and worth doing nice things for. 

I often find myself doing nice, or expensive, or time-consuming things for people that I love, or even people that I just like, but then I refuse to do those things for me because in the back of my mind I think that I'm not worth it. But I am, I really am. I have value that is just as great as anyone else on this planet, and I deserve to do nice things for me just because. 





Day 29 of the #40daysto40 #Birthdaychallenge Madness

Day 29: May 10, 2017

Challenge: Leave a surprise for a stranger

Talking to new people has always stressed me out; I don't like it the least little bit. But I feel that the world needs more kindness, and the word of a stranger can change a life. So, I did something that was way outside of my comfort zone, and I handed this note to someone I'd never met before, and probably never will again.




Day 28 of the #40daysto40 #Birthdaychallenge Madness

Day 28: May 9, 2017

Challenge: Give a music lesson

Anyone who knows me well knows that music is huge part of my life. I love to sing, and dance, and play music whenever I can. These same people who know me well can also attest that teaching is a huge part of my life. When I lost the dream of becoming a professional musician, I fell into teaching, and I love it. It is challenging and rewarding, and consistently changing; teaching has become my life. It stands to reason, then, that I would want to share my passion for music with others through my gifts of teaching. Over the years I've taught various types of music lessons: piano, voice, theory, choir. But I've never made it a consistent part of my teaching. I set this challenge for myself kind of on accident, my nephew needed help with his violin so I put my other 40 days to 40 tasks on hold and drove to Syracuse to see what I could do to inspire him. 

While I was teaching him what I know about the violin, and practicing an instrument, it reminded me that music really is a huge part of my life, and though I'm a teacher first these days, I am a musician at heart. I was able to get a music teaching position in the school district that I work with. It's been challenging, but it's been very good to have music back in my life on a more consistent basis. It has inspired me to pursue a secondary music endorsement and license so that I can teach in the junior high and high schools; as it turns out I'm not very good with the smaller children in elementary schools. I'm very glad that this task came into my life at this point, so that I would have the opportunity to reflect on how it will make my soul happier.


Day 27 of the #40daysto40 #Birthdaychallenge Madness

Day 27: May 8, 2017

Challenge: Go to a Zumba class

This may seem like the same challenge as a few days ago, but in my brain it was extremely different. The dance class was with people and in an environment that I was completely comfortable with, the Zumba class was with total strangers in a public gym! A lot of the tasks for this challenge were physical tasks. As I'm sure I've mentioned before, that's because I needed to remind myself that I have an amazing body that is strong and beautiful, and also I need to be doing more things to take care of my body. These physical challenges also pushed me mentally and emotionally. They helped me to remember that I can do hard things if I put my mind to it. They helped me remember that people aren't nearly as judgy as I fear they are. And they helped me remember that when I do something physical I feel better mentally.

Zumba was very fun, but it was also very nerve-wracking for me. If I ever attend a class again, I will not be going alone. I will, however, be doing more of this type of exercise in my very private living room.




Day 26 of the #40daysto40 #Birthdaychallenge Madness

Day 26: May 7, 2017

Challenge: do some family history work

Family history work has always been a challenge for me: it's hard, it's boring, and it's hard. A lot of work on both sides of my family has already been done by over-zealous relatives through the years. There are duplicate records, and false records, and missing records, it's a big, ugly mess that doesn't make any sense to me, no matter how hard I try to figure it out. I've been to the Family History Library down town Salt Lake City, I've talked to family history experts, I've scoured over microfilm and microfiche, I've really tried. However, as I was preparing to embark on this crazy 40 days to 40 challenge, I read through my patriarchal blessing and was reminded of the admonition to seek out my kindred dead. So, naturally, I set one of my forty tasks as doing some family history work.

After about two minutes, I realized/remembered that my family lines are screwy and hard to work with, and someone else is always doing work on them. This means that whenever I log in, all I have to do is click on the temple link, and like magic there are names I can take to the temple. Two minutes for a challenge that's supposed to improve my life is kind of cheaty, though, so I looked for something else to do. I decided to do a batch of indexing. Indexing is also kind of hard, but it's really interesting work. I read through and transcribed some Revolutionary War muster rolls. It felt good to be doing my little part to preserve records for not only my church, but my country. It reminded me of all the men and women who've sacrificed to protect my freedoms. And, most importantly, it inspired me to continue to serve in this manner. I don't do it often, under the premise that I keep myself fairly busy, but I try to do at least one batch of indexing every month. If you're reading this, I highly recommend to you that you take advantage of this service opportunity.




Day 25 of the #40daysto40 #Birthdaychallenge Madness

Day 25: May 6, 2017

Challenge: Attend a dance class

This was another challenge to push me out of my comfort zone. I love dancing, and I'm pretty good at it for someone of my vastness. However, I don't really enjoy dancing in front of others because I'm terrified of what they'll think of all my bits jiggling around. A community theatre that I have participated with over the last few years was having some cheap classes, though, with people and instructors that I knew, so I decided it would be a good place to start. I went, I danced, and I didn't care what anyone thought of me. And that's the lesson that I have been trying to learn for practically my whole life: it doesn't matter what someone else thinks! I need to be be brave enough to live joyfully. I need to do the things that make me feel good about my body. My body is amazing! Sure, we've had our ups and downs, but my body has never completely failed me. It gets me where I need to go, and helps me do the things that I need to do. It is strong and powerful, and (dare I say it?) beautiful.

Dancing is good for the soul. Even if I only do it in the privacy of my own living room, I promise myself that I will dance more!




Day 24 of the #40daysto40 #Birthdaychallenge Madness

Day 24: May 5th, 2017

Challenge: Get a pedicure

This challenge may seem silly to many people, but I think it's important to remember to not only take time to do nice things for yourself, but do things that remind you that you are pretty. I've been told by a lot of people that I am ugly. I have internalized that feeling, that heart-achy feeling, of being rejected by people who were supposed to love and accept me. I bury it deep in the back of my mind trying to forget, but every time someone makes a disparaging comment about my appearance, it comes roaring to forefront of my thoughts and sends my emotions on an out-of-control roller coaster ride. I have learned that I need to be grounded in my own truth about my own self so that others' opinions don't knock me off course. Little things, like pedicures, remind me that I am pretty. Maybe not in ways that others want me to be, but that doesn't matter. I am pretty, and I am worth paying to get pretty feet every once in a while, so that when I look down in the sadness that comes when someone calls me ugly, I have a little reminder that they don't know my truth, and their opinion is none of my concern.