This past weekend, a friend and I drove out to Minneapolis for Time Out For Women. I lugged my camera there and back and didn't take a single picture, but believe me, I had an amazing time!
I'd never been to one of these events before, and I really found it wonderful. So uplifting and so motivating. I feel like I have so much to think about and to act upon in the next little while, and I'm excited about it.
The theme for this year is "Choose to Become" with the scripture "All things are possible to him that believeth" found in Mark 9:23. We were each challenged to think of something we wanted to become this year, making it clear that this does not mean adding more to our to-do lists. I have some ideas, but I am not quite sure yet what I will choose to become.
What I did come away from this conference realizing is that I can do hard things. You know, you hear that, and you think, "sure," but when you're faced with certain hard things it is really easy to think that you can't do it after all. Not to speak for all y'all, but that's how it is for me anyway. But the thing is, whenever I do something really, really hard, I feel amazing afterwards...invincible, almost. And it just gives me more confidence for the next hard thing that comes along. But when I shrink away from it and make excuses, I really just feel miserable.
Emily Watts told a story during her presentation about a girl who came to girls' camp and did the hike. She complained the whole way up, wanted to turn back after she had completed half, and wanted to die on the way back down. And yet, when she was asked what her favorite part of camp was, she did not say it was pedicures or staying up all night talking. She said it was the hike. The same one she hated while in the midst of it because it was so difficult.
It reminded me of Sophia just this past weekend. She had been a bit naughty and earned herself 20 extra jobs (you may think that's a lot for a 4-year old, but I assure you, they were easy). She was very upset and tried to wheel and deal herself out of it, but I stuck firm and I made her do every last one of those little jobs. And when she was done, she was the happiest kid in the world. Glowing. She felt so good about herself for doing something that seemed pretty difficult and daunting to her at the outset. I realized that if I had given in to her manipulation attempts, I would have denied her the joy of completing something hard as well as denying her the self-confidence instilled in those ten or fifteen minutes of work.
And so, I will do hard things. Because I can.
And I will become something.
I just don't know what yet.