I had the huge pleasure of meeting Lisa at Blissdom this year. She writes at Franny Bolsa, where she’s “just a girl telling stories.” She’s also a girl sharing amazing pictures in her “Ordinary Lens” weekly series, in which she makes ordinary things and moments extraordinarily stunning. She’s the mother of an accomplished, beautiful teenage girl (Girl Wonder, whom she brought to Blissdom with her) and an amazing example of a classy, humble, strong woman that writes from the heart. And she contributes at Mama and Baby Love.
She is a light in the online world, with her gorgeous smile and wicked sense of humor. I’m so glad you came to share at my place today, Lisa!
Expectations. The things we see in our head. Held against the reality of our lives. Constantly shifting. Cracking. Blowing open. Reassembling.
When I was younger. I expected to be a wandering soul. I had visions of drifting around the world with a camera. Wearing faded jeans and scuffed up cowboy boots. I expected my hips would remain forever slim and jiggle free.
The reality… I got married at 26. 6 months later found myself pregnant. Motherhood was never on the list of expectations. I have the tattoos and piercing to prove it. In places I had no idea would stretch and stretch and stretch. Belly button ring when you’re 6 months pregnant? I was a butterball turkey in Liberty overalls.
I brought a squirming tadpole of a baby into this world. I didn’t expect to have my heart leap to the outside, get swaddled in an 8.5 ounce person, and handed back to me. I expected to be a family. 2 years later I found myself divorced and living in Florida with my parents. And y’all… my hips? Like Jello.
I expected to make my way back home to Tennessee. I made that happen. Living with your parents is a powerful motivator.
Expectations were whittled to the bone. Just get by. Get through today. Hold it all together. Keep a roof over our heads. Keep my Girl Wonder fed and clothed. Every month. Month after month.
I became a master of thrift. Learned my way around a kitchen. I paid off all my debt except for my house. Girl Wonder has flourished into a 14 year old, 6 foot tower of possibility. We have a roof over our heads. Our bellies are full and laughter settles in the clutter around the house.
It’s hard to look in the mirror and still see a woman who feels like she’s just getting by. I’ve forgotten to raise my expectations. My dream muscle is strong. The action muscle feels wimpy.
I am a 41 and forgotten how to be a woman beyond Motherhood and the Keeper of All Things. I’ve gotten lost in the daily shuffle. I have to remember how to think beyond today.
It’s time to expect. To build. For tomorrow. For myself. To dream out loud and with the doing of things.
Secretly, you know, – just between you and me – I’m terrified of failure. Paralyzed with it. If fear was a pair of Spanx, I’d practically have a Brazillian butt lift right now.
I want to write a cookbook. I want to stand behind my camera and make magic happen. I want to expect: big, grand, crazy. Wild Woman expectations.
The best thing about expectations, even those that soar and crash, is their ability to be re-born.
'Laughter settles in the clutter around the house' – love that line. I'd like to think that happens around my house, too. 🙂
Luckily, Laughter doesn't require a clean, flat surface to lay down 🙂 Which means it has more than enough nooks and crannies at my house. I say – take a look at your kitchen counters (if they're anything like mine) and instead of tidying up – go celebrate. Because cleaning = laughter removal.
I love this line and need to remember it: "My dream muscle is strong. The action muscle feels wimpy."
Brilliant. Love your voice, Lisa! It's wonderful getting to meet you at Greta's blog. Sad we didn't connect at Blissdom!
Well, I say we just hang out here at Greta's and put our feet up. Thanks so much for reading. And liking what you read.
Oh my, I love this. It's so easy to get stuck in today and not think about tomorrow. You inspire me on so many levels. I love that you enjoy your teenage daughter and refer to her as a 6 foot tower of possibilty. I am so happy to be part of the BlissDom Freshman class of 2012 with you. And I am also so happy to have connected again with you at BlissDom this year and got a chance to meet your daughter. I personally can't wait to see what comes of your new expectations!
Blissdom Freshman Class of 2012! Love it. Do we get a graduation party at some point! Glad I got to see you at Blissdom as well. You're right.. it is way too easy to get stuck. Luckily, we all have built in rednecked-sized tires and we can push ourselves out of stuck.
I love this. I have a hard time standing between expectations. Am I disappointed that what I expected didn't come to fruition? Am I scared to expect more? I love how expectant you are!
Apparently I do not have the skills to hit reply: here's the comment I posted in case in gets lost way down yonder.
I think we all have those kind of moments Laura. For me.. the hardest part is telling myself the truth which is -Yes, I am scared. I'm slowly learning (emphasize slow.. snails are passing me by) that being scared is OK. We just can't let it glue us down. If you need someone to cheer you past the fear you just let me know and I'll get my pom-poms out.
You have some absolutely brilliant lines in here and it all adds up to such a great picture of your life and where you see yourself. I hope your chase those dreams – boldly, madly, brilliantly.
Many thanks for gifting me with such stunning compliments Robin. Know that I showered, shaved and deoderized before giving this picture. I've definitely had some un-great moments getting to a place where I was ready to dream.
I think we all have those kind of moments Laura. For me.. the hardest part is telling myself the truth which is -Yes, I am scared. I'm slowly learning (emphasize slow.. snails are passing me by) that being scared is OK. We just can't let it glue us down. If you need someone to cheer you past the fear you just let me know and I'll get my pom-poms out.
"My dream muscle is strong. The action muscle feels wimpy."
That pretty much sums up my entire life.
Ha! I think we all feel like that at times. Then it's time to put on your fancy leaotard and pull on your leg warmers (maybe it's just me that wants to dress like an 80"s aerobic video) and get those muscles pumping. Thanks so much for reading.
Um yeah… pretty sure I already like you lots, Lisa. You are my kinda gal. Photography and thrifting. Yeah, we must be friends. 😉
And I like your take on Great Expectations. And I just wrote about my failure fears in a way too..
Great to meet you here, at Greta's place!!
Let's be friends Elaine! (do you remember the song "Come On Eileen" by the Dexys Midnight Runners circa 1982? I'm singing that song with your name in it). Let's kick some Failure Fear butt! Good to know I'm not the only one who gets done in by Failure Fear.
So when is the contest to name that cookbook? I want in~ and when might it be coming out? Gotta fit that into my DaveRramsey budget ya all~
First, I must write said cookbook 🙂 For you, because you're extra extra special – you get a free copy 🙂
Looks like I have a new blog to follow