My own Christmas Miracle

I spent a few weeks worrying about Christmas this year. This is the first year that I will be waking up without family or loved ones by my side. I have plans to see dear friends through the day, but waking up alone was for some reason terrifying to me. I have some to terms with it...as my brother always says to me "It is what it is". Tonight...the heavens above smiled upon me. No, I didn't bring a woman home for Christmas Eve. Seriously, if I did would I be posting on a blog right now? Give me a little credit.

This years Christmas Eve was full of small miracles that remind me of all that is beautiful and amazing. It started with a facebook post from one of my favorite former managers. Seems she bought quite the awesome toy for her 4 year old son this year...but alas, a change in life left her without tools this Christmas. Being the helpful sort that I am, I was happy to lend a hand and some tools. And when have I ever passed up a chance to build stuff? It was a small hour of my day, filled with fun conversation and knowing that I was building a toy that would make a boy smile for many months.

I came to enjoy a little nap before church. Despite my varied religious opinions and beliefs, I loved attending Christmas Eve services. Lucky for me the Unitarian Universalist church always has a good one. I began attending the church a few months ago. There is something that just feels good about spending a Sunday morning in the company of like minded people and taking a moment to appreciate what life has to offer. I was excited to attend Christmas Eve service with this new group of people that have so graciously welcomed me to their spiritual home. I arrived ten minutes before the service was to start and was so happy as I entered the door. I love when a service has a candlelit component to it. There is something so overwhelmingly peaceful when a church is lit by candles. I grabbed a seat near the back, amongst a row of empty seats and patiently waited for the service to start. At first I was worried about how empty the church seamed, and them I remember I was attending a UU service. UU's aren't know for their punctuality. As I sat reading over the order of service, an older woman came walking up with that "Where should I sit look". I motioned for her to join the empty aisle I was sitting it and she graciously accepted. I should send her a thank you card. With her sat her daughter, who held in her beauty that would make Matisse cry with joy.

I laugh about it because as I got ready for church tonight, I made sure to look nice and smell good. You never now when you might meet a beautiful woman, you had best be prepared. As we sat through the service she laughed at my terrible jokes which I take as a good sign. Her mother made it a point to tell me that her daughter teaches the Thursday Yoga classes at the church. I think I need to go out and buy a Yoga mat...I swear she might have been a Christmas Angel.

I have no idea if she is a fan of the fairer sex...and frankly I don't care. I will be happy for days thinking about this woman who has a smile that you feel blessed to bring out and eyes that you could stare into for days.

I have much to be thankful this year. Today, I feel like I'm on top of the world. I sat next to one of the most stunning women I have ever seen, and she wished me a Merry Christmas with that smile of hers.

Heart of an Athlete

I love sports. Go ahead and say it, "You're a lesbian, of course you love sports!" It's not quite as simple as that. I have loved sports for as long as I can remember. In my youth, I had grand plans of being a world champion kick ball player. Between my ghost runners and myself, we were a pretty aggressive team. When I got in Middle School, as soon as I was able I joined the cross country team. It was the first fall sport I could participate in that interested me. Volleyball held no appeal...and today the only appeal of that sport to me is women's beach volleyball. I'll leave you to figure that out on your own. Cross Country was not what I had envisioned. Somehow I thought that since I was young and passionate...I would be great. Sadly, I was a bit chubby, and not even slightly in shape. Dreams of being the best cross country runner quickly died. Later that year I have basketball a try. To date, it's still one of my favorite sports to watch. I didn't last long, as I wasn't as tall or fast as any of the other girls on the team. I did stick around to be a fabulous team manager though. I finished the rest of my middle school days on stage. Who knew that theatre would be a bigger and brighter passion for me.

High school came along, and I actually made the varsity girls basketball team my junior year. However, other passions took priority over basketball, so once again sports took a back burner to other pursuits. I spent all of my college days on a stage in one way or another, but I still loved sports.

After college I got talked into playing rugby. Rugby to this day is a sport that I love blindly and with complete passion. I think I was ok at rugby, but I can't be sure. In our minds we all think we are world class players, at least for a little while. Injury came along and kept me from sports ever since. I have had 4 surgeries in the span of 3 years. Every time I think about getting back into some sort of athletic pursuit...injury shows up.

Upon returning to Colorado, a friend foolishly thought that asking me to play softball was a good idea. Lesbians are all great at softball, right? Allow me to introduce my ability to defy all convention. I am terrible at softball, running around the bases is a daunting and exhausting task for me. Also, there seems to be an orange bag at first base now that holds some importance....who knew?

As I get older, I accept the fact that maybe participation in sports isn't for me. It doesn't keep me from having a few dreams that I'd like to see come to true...dreams that I will keep to myself for now. Just know that I am great for being to person to attend live sports with. I will cheer and root for whichever team you tell me to. After the sporting event I will talk about becoming the best and brightest fan...and it will last a few fleeting minutes until something else comes along. I have yet to figure out of this means that I don't have the heart to be an athlete or if it means that I have severe ADD.

EDIT: Within hours of writing this post, my knee reminded me of it's power, or lack there of...again. Once again I can't straighten my leg or put any weight on it.