5 Reasons for Why I Want To Be My Brother

Last week, one of the prompts at MamaKat’s Writer’s Workshop was: If you could magically become any member of your family for just one day, who would you become?  I found the prompt so fitting that I decided to write about it this week.  For more stories, visit MamaKat!

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look at that stud.  who wouldn’t want to be him?!

My brother is a rad dude.  If he ever heard me say that, he’d probably say I’m crazy.  But, no really, he is.

Even more importantly, my brother has a rad career.  He recently graduated from Michigan State University with a degree in Hospitality Management.  Think hotels and restaurants, people.  And, really, let me just translate that for you… my brother could work at an island resort for the rest of his life and call it a career.  I’m not talking any resort; I’m talking the ones where they serve umbrellas in your drink and ask if you’d like another towel to prop up your knees on that $100 beach chair you’re laying on.  See what I’m talking about.

Which leads me to…

Reason #1 I want to be my brother:  He accepted a position in the British Virgin Islands!!!

Would you like to look at that view every day??!! He gets to do that.  Seriously!!! EVERY DAY!!

Do I need to give you any more reasons that I want to be my brother??!!

This post is over.

Just kidding.

Reason #2 I want to be my brother: Memories of Australia

If BVI wasn’t enough for you, get this.  My brother spent an entire semester in Australia. AN ENTIRE 3 MONTHS IN AUSTRALIA.  Do you want to know where?  He spent an ENTIRE 3 MONTHS in MANLY, Australia.

Besides Manly being the raddest name ever, guess what Manly is.  Oh… it’s an ISLAND off of Sydney.  A f’ing ISLAND, people!! Who is this person?

dance charity auction thing in Australia.  We’re not sure what happened here…

My brother is the second one in from the left.. yelling the loudest. ;-)

I seriously don’t think that I need to go on.

Oh, but I am.

Reason #3 I want to be my brother: He is a boy

My brother is a boy.  Guess what that means??!  He can shower, get dressed and be ready for a formal dinner in FIVE MINUTES.  Five minutes, people.  The only thing that he needs to worry about is falling asleep in the bath tub.  Which he did once…

Anyways… the other leniency that being a boy provides is…

Reason #4 I want to be my brother: He doesn’t have to think about giving birth

Sorry.  I had to go there.  The process literally terrifies me.  There is a possibility that this might never happen to me, but, seriously, how cool would it be to be my brother??!  He wouldn’t have to think about it!  Ever!!

Reason #5 I want to be my brother: He has a big heart

Yeah, I know.  I had to get all sentimental on you.  But, really, my brother has the biggest heart.  Perhaps even the biggest out of the three of us (my brother, sister and I).  My sister has a big heart, but she is also crazy.  Like competed in three high school sports, student council vice president, homecoming court, going to save the world crazy.  And, let’s just say I can be a little bit b*tchy.

My brother, on the other hand, is calm, cool and collected.  All the time.  He truly lives his life by the Australian motto.. “No worries, mate.”  He doesn’t just want the world to be full of good.  He is the good.  Always lending a helping hand whether it is with our elderly (e.g. my late great grandmother) or a newborn child.  He has a way of setting things at ease.

Before my brother left for Australia, he spent the summer in Indiana at an internship.  When we threw a 25th wedding anniversary party for my parents, my brother came home to surprise them.  My mom cried.  Cried!! Do you want to know how many times my mom has cried when I came home? Zero…

She is probably even crying right now, and hopefully that made her chuckle.

Oh.. and my brother looks adorable holding a baby.

The End.

Why You Should Say Yes

I’ve been reading a lot of posts lately on “Saying No.”  The messages are usually crafted around a discussion of life as the never-ending guinea pig wheel, feeling trapped in the continuous and urgent push forward.  Dinner tonight? Yes.  Coffee date on Thursday? Yes.  Meet another deadline? Yes.  Write another blog post?  Yes.  The articles paint the portrait of individuals saying yes to everything because there is not enough time to focus on why they should say no.

As Ghandi put it, “A no uttered from the deepest conviction is better than a “yes” uttered to please, or worse, to avoid trouble.”

Saying No is important.  Saying No helps you focus on a limited number of really important things and doing those things really well.  Saying No is a critical step in defining who you are and what matters to you.  But, so is Saying Yes.

Saying yes resonates devotion

Deciding what to ‘say yes’ to means that you are deciding to give a part of your life to something.  When I chose to join a crossfit gym, I knew that I was going to be giving up portions of my day to improve my body.  I knew that I was going to be committing weeks/months/years to see the results of my time.  An 85# clean and jerk PR didn’t happen overnight, but it did happen after weeks of practicing form and learning to lift heavy weights.  When you decide to say no to something, sometimes those decisions can be harder in the beginning but easier in the long run.  The decision to say no doesn’t impact your daily/weekly/monthly routine; saying yes does.  Saying yes requires commitment.

Saying yes doesn’t mean that you need to have a plan

If you’ve been reading my blog for at least a little while, you know that family is very important to me.  My family – including immediate and extended – gets together multiple times a year, which often involves extensive travel and purposeful decision-making.  Spending time with my family requires Saying Yes.  Often, when I agree to join my family somewhere, I don’t think about the logistics.  I don’t think about the plan.   I don’t think about the plane tickets that I have to buy, the car that I need to rent and the bags that have to be packed.  I’ve found that when you Say Yes to something, the plan works itself out.

Saying yes takes both courage and fear

Saying Yes takes courage.  It takes conviction.  It takes strength.  It takes a woman who knows what she wants and a man that knows what he needs.  But, Saying Yes also needs fear.  Fear of regret.  The fear of missing out.  Even fear of the unknown (as long as it is accompanied with the lightest hint of curiosity.)

So.. why should you say Yes?

Look around you… the Yes’s are everything.  The Yes’s are your life.

*What are you saying yes to today?