Two important gadgets
in my life are falling apart: my car and my laptop. Granted, I walk to work so
the car is only so necessary, but I’m a graduate student. Writing a thesis
without a laptop is like trying to run on a broken treadmill: you don’t get very
far.
Two broken gadgets
mean two trusty warriors: The Geek Squad and Fred’s Auto. You all know the Geek
Squad glasses, pocket protector and badge. Fred has a badge too, or if he doesn’t
then he should, that says ‘Best Mechanic in Waco’. This is no exaggeration and
every Baylor student with a blown AC unit knows this. So yesterday I made two
stops, Best Buy and Fred’s, completely confident that today would be a
beautiful, gadget-working day. It wasn’t. The Geek Squad told me the same thing
Fred did.
“We couldn’t find
anything wrong with it.”
“Seriously Geek?” (I
can call him that, because it’s on his badge) “The touch pad doesn’t work, so I
have no mouse. How am I supposed to use a laptop without a mouse?”
“Seriously Fred? How do
you not hear my brakes squealing on the right side?”
My two trusty fix-it
guys couldn’t see the damage I was seeing, they couldn’t hear what I was
hearing. And I was still stuck with two broken pieces of equipment that I
really need to be in working order.
I feel like this happens to women a lot. We see and hear
things that no one else does, even our closest, most trusted friends. When we
try to explain them, either we don’t have the words to speak or they don’t have
the ears to hear.
Women? Not having
words? Are you kidding? It seems women throughout history have always had
something to say when it comes to the person they seen in the
mirror. But what about the person they don’t see? What about the woman
underneath, the one who looks at her body and isn’t quite comfortable in it,
isn’t sure if she should love it, hate it or just stop looking at it.
I’ve decided to call this blog Eat. Pray. Plank because I’m trying to do each of those things
every morning before I face the world. They don’t always get done in that order,
but my best days, without a doubt, start with these three Trusty Warriors. For me, they represent three major things I need to survive: Food, God, and a Purpose. I'll admit, sometimes my Purpose and God cross paths. Sometimes Food and God get in an argument. But I'm telling you ladies, there's a conversation happening here and it might just give you a new reason to wake up in the morning. I don't know about you, but I need to address all three of these fighters first thing when I wake up; if I don't take charge of them, it's bound to be a messy day. Unlike
my tech guys and mechanic, these good friends of mine are always armed, dangerous and ready to recognize the things I see in the mirror
that no one else sees, to hear the voices in my head that no one
else hears. When I nourish and use my body, I feel awake. When I nourish my
soul, I feel alive. I’m not
suggesting this regimen is the end-all-be-all, but I am suggesting that how
women eat, how they spend time with their Heavenly Father, and how they view their purpose in world will directly affect what they see when they look in the mirror every morning.
Consider this your invitation to join me for the coming
months, years, or however long it takes me to make this blog into a book. Be patient with me, because the writing thing is still a work in progress....as are we all. Now's your chance to join the adventure early. Brace yourself for some extreme challenges and ridiculous love as we explore what the world, the Bible and Yours Truly have to say about our uniquely feminine relationships with food, God and that great question Why am I here?
