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Wild Thing

March 30, 2020

“Things happen in our life to get our attention, to make us wake up. What does it say that I had to lose so much before I could break down enough to rebuild? I think it says that the thing that got me here, that incredible toughness, was almost the thing that did me in. I got to a place where I could no longer just muscle through. I could either bend or break. I got here because I needed all of this to become who I am now.”

“Inside Out” by Demi Moore

 

When I think about my life, I find it easy to try to pinpoint that one moment where I went wrong, the one decision that “caused” the struggles that followed. Maybe I’m looking for someone or something to blame, a reason to play the victim. I don’t like playing the victim. It’s not a good look for me because, like many and unlike some, the person to blame for my struggles is myself and no one else. 

 

I read Demi Moore’s memoir this weekend. I always liked her movies “G.I. Jane” and “A Few Good Men” because she played some kickass ladies in those movies. I was interested in hearing her story. All I’d ever known of her was from whatever gossip graced the tabloid covers over the years, and I think we all know that tabloids can be more exaggerated scandal and rumor than actual fact. I was curious to hear her story from her point of view.

 

Since I wrote my book, I have a newfound respect for those who write memoirs. They’re difficult to write because they’re not fiction. They’re a person’s life story from their point of view. But someone writing a memoir is still alive, still living a life and still figuring it out. A book has a beginning and an end. How does one wrap up a life still being lived in a nice little bow with a front and back cover? You can’t really.

 

It seems like a memoir is a way a person tries to answer the question, “How did I get here?” It’s a way to answer the “why’s?” One’s motives might vary. Some might write their stories for the money while others do it for the opportunity to tell their stories on their terms.

 

Looking back, I wrote mine for closure and healing. I think I got both from writing it, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have my “moments” when the old baggage and the old “stuff” resurfaces. I’d like to think this is normal. Even though the past is the past, it’s still part of me. “Stuff” resurfaced a couple times last week, and for a few moments, I wondered if I was actually reacting normally or if I still needed to deal with some things I’d been stuffing away.

 

I had a few moments where I tried to play the blame game, or the “If only” game as I like to call it. If only I didn’t leave the Secret Service, the COVID-19 crisis wouldn’t have hit me so hard financially. If only I didn’t marry the wrong person even though I knew it was wrong from the beginning. If only I’d left California earlier. If only I didn’t do this. If only I didn’t do that. It’s easy to go down a rabbit hole that leads nowhere productive. I find those rabbit holds can easily make me resentful and angry.

 

Those traits aren’t a good look on me either. Yuck.

 

I found Demi Moore’s insights at the end of her book very interesting, especially the part where she talked about how her incredible toughness being a blessing and a curse. I was also struck with how she said she, “… got here because I needed all of this to become who I am now.”

 

I would like to think I have a toughness about me. Hardships are inevitable in life. Overcoming them is optional, a choice we make in the moment, that “fight or flight” split-second decision that overtakes us in a pivotal moment showing us what we’re really made of. I’ve learned that I will fight, and that’s a good AND a bad thing in certain situations.

 

I was drawn to Moore’s memoir because of characters she played in movies. I was thinking about her characters in “G.I. Jane” and “A Few Good Men” this weekend. Moore interestingly mentioned that these were two roles in which she played a strong female character without the stereotypical sexualization. She shot “A Few Good Men” just a couple months after having one of her daughters, and she got into incredibly strong shape to play her role as a female Navy Seal candidate in “G.I. Jane.”

 

But what about her characters am I really drawn to? What is it about most characters that we’re drawn to? I think it has a lot to do with relatability and resiliency. Of course, I’ve never been a Lieutenant Commander in the U.S. Navy like her character in “A Few Good Men.” And we all know I was never a Navy Seal like her character in “G.I. Jane.” What’s there to relate to then?

 

In “A Few Good Men,” Moore’s character is assertive, intelligent, and loyal. She also wants to be liked. “I want you to think I’m a good lawyer,” her character says at one point. That authentic insecurity is relatable. And despite all of those perceived shortcomings as a female in an all-male legal team, she doesn’t back down. In actuality, she drives others on her team to be better. I admire that and want to give off that vibe as well. I like that about her character.

 

In “G.I. Jane” Moore’s character attempts to become the first female Navy Seal. No one really believes she can do it. I love a good underdog story. She’s wild and ambitious. She doesn’t give up.

 

In “G.I. Jane,” D.H. Lawrence’s “Self-Pity” poem is quoted by the Master Chief (played by Viggo Mortensen) as the class stands in formation.

 

“I never saw a wild thing

sorry for itself.

A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.”

“Self Pity” by D.H. Lawrence

 

At another point, the Master Chief says, “Pain is your friend, your ally … it lets you know you’re not dead yet!”

 

Moore’s character had plenty of opportunities to resort to a very natural “human” response to hardships: self-pity. But she didn’t. Her character was like a “wild thing” and pressed on. She pushed through the pain because she still could. She conquered difficult feats and proved people wrong…because she was still around to try.

 

While the Master Chief was referring to physical pain as being a reminder that one was still alive, life’s hardships and struggles are a reminder that I’m not finished. That’s where that “incredible toughness” Demi Moore refers to kicks in, where the human behaves like the “wild thing” and realizes there’s no use in feeling sorry for itself.

 

As the hits just keep on coming during this COVID-19 crisis, I struggle with the “wild thing” mindset. I know we are all feeling the impact in one way or another. I have never been in this situation before: unemployed for reasons I did not choose, etc. I hate it. But like Moore said in her memoir, “Things happen in our life to get our attention, to make us wake up.”

 

If I need to wake up, then, for goodness sake, I’m awake now. What do I need to learn?

 

But I’m pretty sure of this so far:

 

Like Demi Moore’s characters in “A Few Good Men” and “G.I. Jane,” I’ll come out of this crisis with a new mindset. I’ll have a lot of appreciation for the little things in life I failed to appreciate before. And like those characters in Moore’s movies, I’m not finished yet, and I refuse to let anyone or anything stop me from moving forward.

 

I want to be more like a wild thing!

*Insert badass movie trailer of Moore doing a one-armed push-up*

 

Embracing the typos till next Monday-ish,

 

Mel

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Last week, I was searching for an email to prepare for a podcast interview. The keyword search produced a handful of emails, one of which had the subject line “myspace blog posts” and myself as the sender/recipient.

Apparently, a few years back (or eleven), I copied all of my old MySpace blogs from college into an email (probably before I deleted everything on MySpace). I don’t remember sending this email, nor do I remember writing any of the posts.

As I read through them, I realized I’ve matured a lot since then, but I also realized I might need to revisit some of the “wisdom” my young adult mind was spouting on MySpace.

I guess I’ve been blogging badly longer than I thought.

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March 8, 2021

Well, I’ve had to make some more big changes in my life. For the last month and a half, I’ve been burning the midnight oil, stuck between finishing up the old and getting started with the new. For the first time in a long time, I fell behind on the things that matter to me a lot, and it’s not like me to let that happen. The Type-A in me was (and still is) horrified.

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January 11, 2021

Last week was quite a week, wasn’t it? I found myself saying aloud, “What is happening?”

What is happening? A lot, to say the least, and enough to leave anyone in a state of sadness and despair. What a mess. An important, troubling mess that needs sorting and fixing. Anyone on all sides of the table can probably agree with that.

I’ve been thinking a lot about what’s to come, both for me and for the country. I think I, like many, secretly hoped for clarity and change as the New Year rolled around. A clear path to the future.

When I know I need to make a change, I delay the decisions and hope for a “sign” that it’s the correct one before I make it. I’m sure many can relate to that. Big decisions are scary. Change is scary. But risk is necessary sometimes. Like I’ve been saying for a long time, I can’t move forward without getting uncomfortable.

But a sign would be nice, sometimes.

I suppose clarity and answers are often present if we stop and listen long enough to see them. There’s something to be learned everywhere, even if it’s in the little things.

That’s what I want to share today… a few little things.

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December 28, 2020
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December 28, 2020

Last week I went through my Book Box, a big decorative box I used to store book drafts and ideas when I was writing Agent Innocent. Talk about a trip down memory lane. Wow. Those early book drafts were rough, not to mention very angry and depressing.

I was happy to send most of the contents of the box to the shredder.

I had forgotten, however, about some of the random contents I’d tucked away in there.

Sprinkled throughout the Book Box were post-it notes with quotes in my loopy cursive, torn pieces of paper with scribbled quotes from movies or television shows, and torn pages from magazines with quotes on them.

As I read these, I smiled, picturing myself in my little one-bedroom West LA apartment scribbling quotes and notes in the wee hours of the morning. The night owl in me was alive and well those days.

In my final Bad Blog of 2020, I’m going to go back to those late-night notes and share a few of them here. I remember the circumstances and reasons for some of them. Others I don’t. Either way, it was good for me to revisit them, and I hope some of them are encouraging to you as well.

Here they are!

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December 14, 2020
12,000 Steps
December 14, 2020

“Why are we like this?” Ah, we’ve asked this question many times.

I thought about the days of old, the ones before Apple Watches and activity trackers came into my life. I thought of the college days when my pink flip phone took crappy pictures and I had to hit the 7 button four times to type an S when sending a text. I trained for half and full marathons like this and had no idea what my pace was during these long runs. I just made a route ahead of time so I knew I’d gone the distance and didn’t worry so much about pace. It was about the experience, not the inner competition with a watch.

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When I have a bad or cranky day, I usually tell myself to “try again tomorrow” because a bad day does not have to be a bad week or a bad life. A phrase from Anne of Green Gables comes to mind. “Tomorrow is always fresh with no mistakes in it (yet).”

My family has a rule. If we are cranky, we need to “announce” it. It’s as simple as saying, “I’m cranky today, FYI.” If you act like an idiot to family, then someone is probably going to ask, “What’s your problem? Did you forget to announce today?”

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I want those people to know I’m not a joke, that I’ve won. God, I feel that.

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November 30, 2020
Throwing Stones
November 23, 2020
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November 23, 2020

As a kid, I liked to collect pretty rocks. The shinier the better. The more misshapen the better. Sometimes I’d even find a dull looking rock and crack it in half with a hammer to see if the inside was shiny. I’d be delighted if the insides sparkled.

Today I still have pretty rocks, and, to some, random rocks around my house might look a little peculiar. But, then again, I’ve never claimed to be “normal” so perhaps visitors chalk it up to my eclectic taste in décor.

I came by some of these stones while living in West Los Angeles. Others were picked up after I moved to the Midwest.

The new rocks are healing stones.

(Now relax, family and friends. I have not taken to worshipping inanimate objects and I’m not delving into devil worship.)

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I’ve decided to write a novel. Well, perhaps I should rephrase. I’ve had a trilogy “planned” for about three years now. I just haven’t done anything about it. I recently figured out why that might be the case.

I’ve had this grand plan to write an exciting story with the “usual” Secret Service assassination (or assassination attempt), complete with a complex execution plan and a hyper-observant batch of agents saving the day at the very last millisecond. Also, it wouldn’t be complete if the first book didn’t end on an extreme cliffhanger where someone has died and we won’t know who until the second book.

I had a general outline of the story for each book. I just needed to write it.

But I didn’t write it.

Every time I sat down to write the story, I failed.

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November 9, 2020

This election was the first time I voted at an actual polling location. Since election days were usually travel days for me in the Secret Service, I was always an absentee voter. This time, I participated in early voting at a local shopping mall. I was excited as I stood in line. It felt like my first time voting. I sat in the little booth smiling like a little kid as I filled in my bubbles, smirking at the fact that Kanye West was actually an option on the ballot. I thought it was joke when others mentioned it. Guess not. I grinned from ear to ear as the lady stamped my ballot and handed me the “I Voted” sticker. #American

“I don’t want to talk about the election. I stay away from political topics.”

This is usually my answer when people ask me about politics, and, specifically, this election. I think this country has morphed into a place where those conversations are unlikely to remain civil, especially if they occur on the Internet where anyone and everyone behind a keyboard can become a rude, sniveling pile of hate to one another.

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November 9, 2020