Reconnecting in 3, 2, and...

OK, this is to be the blog entry that the last one was originally supposed to be. Now, I mentioned this book Citizen Girl, which I read over the last two grueling TV and internet-free days. The main character is a 24-year-old "feminist" who graduated from Wesleyan with a degree in gender studies. The story is about being true to "thine own self", if  you will, as this character gets a job with a seemingly female-oriented marketing agency that ends up being outrageously sexist and she struggles to do the right thing even though she is making really good money, yada, yada. The character's name is Girl, which I get in an overt connect-to-the theme sort of way, but it just didn't work for me. Everyone kept calling her "Girl" and it bugged me every time.

One thing I did love, however, was toward to beginning, Girl gets fired from this really crappy job and lands in a heap of depression, so her mom sends her a box of old relics (including the pantaloons she wore in a tenth-grade production of Twelfth Night) with a note telling Girl she needs to "reconnect with her root accomplishments". I love this. And I have decided that since it is winter, and it snowed today, and darn it, I've been feeling a little blue, I should explore this root accomplishments thing myself. Here you go folks, a look into all I have done in my little life:

1. I spent three years in high school decorating for dances of every conceivable theme. Most of these dances I did not attend. Then, I spent three years of my adult life (read: career) decorating for dances of every conceivable theme (ok, well mostly just Hawaiian and Sea of Love). All of these dances I wish I hadn't attended.

2. I wrote a kick-ass story about unicorns when I was in 3rd grade and was selected to go the Young Author's Conference at the community college. This is the highest formal recognition I've received for my writing.

3. 8th grade was a great year for me vocally. I got to sing two solos at a choir concert-one for a song from Les Miserables, and another from Phantom of the Opera (whatever the famous lovish songs are from each). And I was part of a quartet that sang at our creepy principal's retirement shin-dig. We sang "Scarborough Fair". Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme...

Wow. I feel better already. You should take a few minutes and reconnect with your own root accomplishments.