The hopeful cynic

For a person who believes strongly in the power of change, I find myself doubting people’s ability to do so.  Maybe deep inside I’m really a skeptic.  Maybe I’ve just seen too many people fail. 

I know that people can change if they really want to… but what I doubt is their desire to do it.  Is it that they’re too complacent?  Do they not have the know how to do it?  Or do they think that they have when in reality, they did  for a minute but have returned to their former selves? 

Obviously, people are unique and different and it’s unfair to lump them all together in one failing bunch.  I try to keep believing that people can change their ways, give them the benefit of the doubt.  But I suppose that somewhere in my brain I’m thinking they probably won’t.  I hope they will, I hope I’m wrong but so many times, I’m not.

I wonder if it makes me a cynic or a realist?  I do honestly believe that every one of us has the power to change ourselves… I don’t know why they don’t.

Run On

About a month ago, I registered for my next long distance run, The 5/3 Riverbank Run.  This one would be a 25k (15 miles) and would take place in May.  It’s a huge race here and I had heard great things about the energy and participation.  I was excited to train for a race and execute it without injuries this time.  How well could I do if I was able to train without an injury every month and a tiny bit of experience behind me?

I started training about 2 weeks ago.  An actual training schedule for a 25k  is harder to locate than you’d think so I just decided to go with the half marathon schedule but add in a couple weeks.  I figured out what days and times I’d be able to get my run in before the extra kids come or after and wrapped my brain around training for this thing almost entirely on a treadmill!  Big difference to me.

Then last Wednesday, I took Emma to register for her spring session of cheerleading.  I asked the coach if she knew their regional competition date and she gave me the sheet with all the dates.  Awesome…

Father/Daughter Dance

Last weekend, Dan took Emma to her first dance.  While he wasn’t thrilled to be going to a dance, he was happy to be doing something special with Emma.  The dance was semi-formal and so Emma wore a dress she got for Christmas and I curled her hair with curlers.  To say she was excited would be putting it mildly.

Dan suffered through the dance and Emma had a fantastic time.  They had a dancer there that danced like a robot and Emma got to stay up an hour past her bedtime!  She was a happy but tired squirrel when she went to bed.

Sledding fun

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