Sometimes in life, we are faced with tough choices. Often, it is how we deal with those choices that helps to define who we are for the rest of our lives. This is a story about one of those tough life choices.
*Please note: This is a true story; however, all character names have been changed to protect the parties involved from the embarassment and ridicule that will likely result from publicly exposing this tale.
Once upon a time, in the early 90’s to be exact, there were three sisters: DJ, Stephanie, and Michelle. These sisters were spending a month of their summer vacation at their dad’s house in West Seattle. Looking for something interesting to do besides tying the neighbor boy up to a power pole, DJ and Stephanie decided to see if they could pull off a prank on their sweet little sister, Michelle. After much deliberation, DJ and Stephanie determined that their thrill of the day would come from convincing Michelle to allow her big sisters to give her a “swirly.” Little did the girls realize on that day, this seemingly harmless prank (harmless only for DJ and Stephanie) would be a defining moment in each of their lives.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term, the Urban Dictionary defines a “swirly” as “the process of sticking someone’s head in the toilet and flushing.” Unfortunately for Michelle, the toilet at issue in this story was one of a low-flow nature…meaning, if she allowed this prank to take place, Michelle’s head was definitely going to make contact with both toilet water and the water’s cold porcelain surroundings.
A self-proclaimed “master of persuasion,” Stephanie attempted to achieve Michelle’s compliance to particpate in this prank by using herself as a real-life example of the benefits of a swirly. Stephanie wetted her curly (and awesome) bangs and formed them into a twisty style, a style that looked as though her bangs had been lovingly swished in a circular motion by the gentle movement of the water in a flushing toilet. She entered the room where angel Michelle was peacefully playing. “Oh, wow, that felt SO incredible. Just like an amazing head massage.” For emphasis, Stephanie closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. “What did?” asked Michelle, her round and innocent face turned up towards her sister. “I just gave myself a swirly,” lied Stephanie. “It was awesome. You should try it.” With sisters like DJ and Stephanie, Michelle was familiar with the term “swirly.” “No way. I am not putting my head in a toilet.” Though the meekest of the three girls, Michelle was definitely the smartest. Despite Michelle’s intelligence, human nature tells us that most people have a price for doing things that they really do not want to do. At that very moment, DJ stepped into the room holding something Michelle would never have the power to resist: a unicorn bookmark.
“If you let us give you a swirly, we will give you this,” bribed DJ. Michelle sighed and stood up…she knew what she had to do…
Needless to say, Michelle was very unhappy with the experience. It did not feel like a massage. The toilet bowl was cold and unwelcoming. But, Michelle did receive that unicorn bookmark in exchange for providing her sisters with such immature joy. All in all, Michelle considered it to be worth it.
Fast forward years into the future. DJ is a scientist: a very results-oriented career. Stephanie is a lawyer: a career that in part relies on one’s ability to persuade. Michelle is a pastor: a career that may have resulted from her desire to do good in order to cancel out all the not-so-good things that were done to her as the youngest of three girls. Don’t be fooled, folks. Swirlies, and the process of implementing such a prank, can define one’s future.
Although I really just wanted to find a reason to tell this amazing story, I have been thinking a lot lately about tough choices and simply choices in general. It is astonishing how a series of choices that we make can change the course of our lives. We can all play that game: if I never did _________, I never would have met __________, which means I never would have been introduced to ___________, which means I never would have moved to ____________, and taken that job at _____________, etc., etc. Whether you believe in fate, chance, or a plan that is put in place for each of us by a higher power, our choices are all connected to create the people we are today. We are such a societly of wanting to control every aspect of our lives that it is hard for us to see that we often end up somewhere that we never planned – somewhere better than we ever could have imagined.
For some reason (actually I know the reason: crazy pregnancy hormones and insomnia), I have been reflecting a lot lately on who I am and what kind of mother, wife, friend, sister, colleague I want to be. I am definitely far from perfect, but I realize that those two people – who I am and who I want to be – really aren’t that different. I don’t know if it’s my wise old age of 30 or my refusal to be hard on myself these days, but I actually – I’m going to say it – I actually kind of like who I am. I have definitely made bad choices, and I have definitely made good choices, but they were all choices that have led me to this point in my life: about to be a mother of 2 (yikes and yay!), a stepmom to a very cool 11 year-old, a wife to the love of my life, and a lawyer at a great firm with the best boss and co-worker I could ask for. Don’t get me wrong, there are always issues and rough roads that come up in each aspect of my life, but I try to make the best decision I can as to how best to handle those situations. Sure, sometimes I look to Google for help (actually more than I’d like to admit) and often I reference some of my favorite movies to get advice (thank you, When Harry Met Sally, Sleepless in Seattle, Revenge of the Nerds, Baby Boom, Dirty Dancing, Look Who’s Talking, and any and all Mandy Moore flicks), but I usually get to where I need to be without too much drama.
So, everyone, this is a bit of a rambling post and, as mentioned, a great excuse to share one of my all-time favorite childhood stories, but I hope you all find yourselves in a similar place or close to it – content with your journey so far and generally satisfied with who you are in the present. Trust yourselves to make those tough decisions to the best of your ability. And if you aren’t finding yourself in somewhat of a “happy” place, I suggest giving yourself a swirly. It could be a game-changer…oh, and it feels like a masssage….trust me… 🙂
P.S. For all of you runner friends out there, please take a moment today to dedicate your run to Meg Cross Menzies, a mama runner who was tragically killed by a drunk driver during her morning run this past Monday in Richmond, Virginia. http://m.runnersworld.com/fun/the-list-friday-january-17?cm_mmc=Facebook-_-RunnersWorld-_-Content-Blog-_-TheList