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Putting the Spring back into my Spark

Time for a fresh start, and what better way than with a fresh page? I can't say that the past few years haven't been a struggle, but I'm still plugging along. And that's kinda the problem, I'm just plugging. I've lost some of my *Spark*, so I'm making getting my spark back a goal for this spring and summer!

*I need to get back into running. And I will!

*I need to lose a few pounds...but more importantly, some of the jiggle that has *sprung* back upon me. And I ...
Time for a fresh start, and what better way than with a fresh page? I can't say that the past few years haven't been a struggle, but I'm still plugging along. And that's kinda the problem, I'm just plugging. I've lost some of my *Spark*, so I'm making getting my spark back a goal for this spring and summer!

*I need to get back into running. And I will!

*I need to lose a few pounds...but more importantly, some of the jiggle that has *sprung* back upon me. And I will!

*I need to get out more, and become more social, and maybe even get back into the theater/entertainment world. And I...well, I might. I need to be more social (and I will!), but still thinking about the theater thing.

*I need to rediscover my passion for life. I've been drifting a bit over the last few years, especially after I left my theater dreams behind, and I need to rediscover my spark and passion again. And I will!

And that's just the tip of the iceberg. I know there is so much more I am capable of, and I want to do all I can to figure out what that is, and what I can contribute to the world around me. And this spring is just the beginning!

Won't you join me?
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Member Since: 1/30/2007

SparkPoints: 130,989

Fitness Minutes: 125,038

My Goals:
Continue losing the flab and firm up my muscles.

Begin taking yoga classes, perhaps with an eye towards becoming an instructor. At the very least, be able to put my legs behind my head!

My Program:
I love running, and even completed a half and a full marathon in the past 2 years. I'm also a big fan of kickboxing, and have a problem with collecting exercise DVD's-I have an ever growing collection of all sorts! I'll try just about anything once.

Personal Information:
I'm originally from Chicago. From there, I moved to Knoxville TN, and from there I moved to Atlanta, where I am currently. I'm planning to move back to Knoxville soon, to pursue a more peaceful life.

I am a Christian who tries to live by the golden rule-do unto others as you would have done unto you. I try to be kind to everyone and appreciate and accept that not everyone will agree with me, nor I with them. I'm not always successful with this, but I continue trying.

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I'm a recovering actor, and am now looking towards making a huge life change. I'm considering pursuing yoga, pilates and holistic nutrition as a career. Or not. Who knows. I'm open to just about anything!

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MLDRLD
8/20/2014 6:37:48 PM

Hi, Leigh!

HM Annie has sorted us into houses for the Challengers of HOGWARTS' Tri-Term 567 and you have been placed in Ravenclaw. emoticon

As the newly named Ravenclaw Head of House, I eagerly look forward to getting to know you better. If you have any questions or if there is anything I can do for you, please let me know.

Doņa Mary Lynne
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8/2/2014 12:12:02 PM

The Black Telephone

When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the Wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination
when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.

I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.

"Information, please," I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
"Information."

"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.

"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.

"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.

"No,"I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."

"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.

I said I could.

"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice..

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.

She told me my pet chipmunk I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, "Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " Wayne, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."
"Information," said in the now familiar voice.
"How do I spell fix?" I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much.

"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.

Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about half an hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown
operator and said, "Information Please."

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
"Information."
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."

I laughed, "So it is really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you really meant to me during that time ..."

"I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister. "Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, "Information." I asked for Sally. "Are you a friend?" she said. "Yes, a very old friend," I answered.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," She said. "Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."

Before I could hang up, she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne?" "Yes." I answered. Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. "Let me read it to you."

The note said: "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others. Whose life have you touched today?

Lifting you on eagle's wings,
Annie



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VANDERWOODSEN
8/2/2014 9:24:31 AM

how would one get an invite to a fall term at hogwarts? I'm hoping to find someone who might know! emoticon



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4-1HEALTHYCYNDI
7/25/2014 6:47:20 PM

Thanks for your comments on my silve linings blog. I hope so... it's so easy to just relax and forget about it and then lament that I didn't do more.

Hope you are having fun!



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ZANNACHAN
7/25/2014 12:29:29 AM

Thanks for your encouragement of my goals! You have such faith in me, but knowing that you think my goals are realistic, practical, and clear headed helps me feel that, yes, maybe I am on the right track! I tend to be hard on myself, probably too hard.



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