Yee GOADS, It’s Working!

by | Jul 10, 2022

Back when I started the Get Out And Do Stuff (GOADS) project, I was crying every day. Now the person I was then seems so far away, it’s hard to imagine feeling that way.

In the last eight days, I have:

  1. Participated in a community open house with the Vice Mayor of Cincinnati, Jan-Michele Lemon Kearney. Twelve or so of us sat around and talked as if we were in someone’s living room. (This would never happen in Chicago, at least not to me.)Jan-Michele Lemon Kearney, Vice Mayor of Cincinnati
  2. Upped my pickleball skills in a pickleball clinic with seven other women.
  3. Country line danced at Jim & Jack’s On The River.
  4. Played pickleball with a woman from the clinic and two of her friends.
  5. Explored the Pendleton Art Center during Final Friday. It was originally a shoe manufacturing warehouse built in 1909. Now it houses eight floors of artists’ studios, open to the public once a month.

    © Terri Kern

  6. Volunteered at a pickleball tournament.Thank you post to volunteers from the Pickleball Tournament leader. Jule is described as a "tireless score runner."
  7. Contra danced at the Wyoming Fine Arts Center, at the northern boundary of Cincinnati.

There’s too much to say about country line and contra dancing to go into those now, but I want to say something about pickleball.

It’s actually not about pickleball at all, but about the stories we tell ourselves.

During the pickleball clinic, Carson, the instructor, encouraged us to practice pickleball drills outside of class. At the end of the clinic, one woman asked another woman if she would like to play with her and her friends. The woman said she wasn’t available.

Overhearing this, I asked the first woman if she would like to practice sometime. She said she needed someone for a game this Friday. I said I needed to check my schedule but would love to fill in if I could.

The woman made a face, which I interpreted to mean she didn’t really want to play with me.

When I got to my car, I checked my calendar, then texted her and said I could play. There was no response. I imagined she didn’t want to play with me and was trying to find someone else.

When I got home, she had responded with the name of the park where we would play.

In hindsight, I believe the face she made was about her trying to figure out how she would find someone to play if I couldn’t. The delay in her text response was probably because she was driving.

At the park, after we had played four games, she told her friends that when we were at the clinic and she was looking for someone to play, “Jule jumped right in.”

“I couldn’t do that,” said one.

“I was petrified,” I said.

“How could you do that if you were petrified?” asked another.

“I’m forcing myself to do things.”

“Why were you petrified?” asked the woman from the clinic.

Good question.

One woman said she had never eaten alone in a restaurant, that she couldn’t do it.

I guess we all have our stories.

I’d like to have fewer.


Chewing the Cud of Good

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Thankful for a mind that feels calm and content.

 

 

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