Oh my, did I have a hearty laugh! Because really, I was everything a cheerleader shouldn't be: shy, quiet, completely disinterested in school sports, and generally unpopular and unnoticed by most of the boys. I suppose I could have moved further away on the spectrum by going hardcore goth or being completely sullen and refusing to make friends with anyone, but short of that, I was the opposite of a cheerleader.
I don't know why she asked me, but at the time I guessed it was because I was being as peppy as possible about calculating interest or whatever we were doing that day. Given that, I was actually really impressed with myself. I came off bubbly enough to make someone think I had cheerleader on my resumé? Score!
I'm not a bubbly gal. Woefully, I have, on multiple occasions, been asked what was wrong based on my facial expression, when nothing was -- I was simply lost in thought. I've made a concerted effort to adjust my default facial expression to something a wee bit closer to content, but I don't know if I've made any progress. Sometimes I'll just be walking along and I'll think, oh crap! I should smile! So I twist my mouth into what I think looks like a smile, and then happen by a mirror and realize I just look ridiculous.
|Now this chick is bubbly. Also mischievous.|
And that is what I want. To radiate joy. I know that for my personality type, it's not going to come across as bubbly, and maybe it will never "jump off the page," but it's got to be possible. Many of the blogs I read regularly do it -- Hallie at Betty Beguiles, Holly at Perfectly Imperfect, and Dacia at Praying Twice spring to mind immediately, and there are plenty of others. All of these ladies are richly blessed, but do they have perfect lives? No, of course not; nobody does. Yet they are able to capture the good and the beautiful in their lives exquisitely. Their gratitude is constantly evident!
I'm planning to do something on the ol' blogaroo to kick off my search for joy, and what better time to do it than the season of Advent? It starts a new liturgical year in the Church, it is a time for us to prepare for the joy of Christmas, and it gives me a little over a week to plan out just what I am going to do.
Have a wonderful weekend! My weekend wonders thus far have been buying a lovely apron and a cool space-themed pillow at our church's bazaar, both quite reasonably priced, and enjoying an insightful book club meeting with two fantastic women. Colin left around 4:15 this morning to go to a martial arts tournament in western PA. Elise is napping now, which is great, but it's lonelier to be alone on Saturdays than during the week, so my day will improve a hundredfold when her daddy gets back tonight.