As awards show season is in full swing, I found myself
asking the question of “If I were to win that award, who would I be
thanking?” The quick and easy
answer is that I would never have to thank anyone because I can’t act or sing
well enough to ever win an award for it.
The blog worthy answer is this – The award that I’ve already
won is found in all the doors that are being opened right now, and in all the
opportunities I’ve been given in these past few years. I’m in a place right now where I really
can be whatever I want to be when I “grow up” if I just do the work – and there
are so many people who were vital in me getting to this point. (Fun fact, I got to see several of them
today and I hadn’t even planned on it.)
So, in honor of tonight’s awards – the Golden Globes – I’ll
list these as quickly as possible before the association tells me to shut up
with class.
Iwanttothankmyhighschoolyouthminister,whowasthefirstpersonwhocalledmeonallmycrapandnevergaveuponmebecauseofit.
Iwanttothankmycurrentboss,whoisalsoayouthminister,forshowingmehowtoasktoughquestionsandhowtosurvivejuniorhighmissiontripsandslumsimulationsandcryingseventhgradegirlsamongsomanyotherthings.
Iwanttothankmybestfriendwhotaughtmeaboutbeingintentionalandconsistentinfriendshipsandrelationshipsandtaughtmehowtousemywords.
Umm. Uhhh. Ehhhh.
(Stuttering is important because it makes it look like you weren't expecting any recognition)
Umm. Uhhh. Ehhhh.
(Stuttering is important because it makes it look like you weren't expecting any recognition)
Iwanttothankmyteachersfromeverygrade,whotaughtmehowtofightforgradesIdon’tdeservemostofthetime,andwhotaughtmehowtobeagoodhumanbeing.
IwanttothankmyhighschoolsoccercoachwhoIamstillconvincedhatedmeforthreewholeyears.EverytimeIthinkaboutquittingsomethingIdecidenottosothatIcanpretendtorubherfaceinmyhappinessandsuccess-andmostimportantlymyhumbleness.(Thisone’s
acompletejoke)
Iwanttothankmyparentsforbirthingmeandmygrandparentsforbirthingthemandmy
greatgrandparentsandso-onandsoforth. Ohandmybrotherbecauseitwouldhavebeenweirdtohavebeenanonlychildandtohaveneverhadsomeoneshoothockeypucksatmeandtrickmeintothinkingyoucouldpushacarupthedriveway(sorryforalmostkillingyouwhenyoudidthat).
Okay, its exhausting to type without spaces, and its getting
late, and I can hear them playing me out with that classical music.
Happy Awards Season.
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