Author: weplayeverywhere

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Why did this happen?

Why did I get hurt? Why didn’t he love me? Why didn’t she love me? Why did I get fired? Why did we lose the baby? Why didn’t I get the job? Why did the business fail? Why do we have to move?

Why…why…why?

It can go on and on and on…

 You feel me?

My favorite word as a 3 year old was…WHY? My favorite word as a 4 year old was…WHY? And as a 5 year old it was still…WHY? And so on, and so on. You get the picture.

 

I would ask it so many times, in succession, that I can remember being forbidden by my parents to use that word. So then I would figure out new ways to ask WHY? Every single answer was another opportunity to ask the question in a new way…WHY? It was endless. My poor, exhausted parents.

Here’s what I want to know today…

Why do we have to know?

 

Does knowing WHY make any damn difference?

 It doesn’t.

 

A story for you:

1995 – I fell down my stairs while excited about my best friend arriving for a sleep over. BOOM…torn ligaments in my ankle and a cast for 2 months. I was happy as a clam because it got me out of 3-a-days in swimming. Sad, but true.

 

2003 – shattered my right wrist and dislocated my elbow at a Brooks & Dunn concert. I was on a double date with my fancy new boyfriend, it was raining, I was buzzed, and had started a new job only 1 week prior…oh and I was in New Jersey. I had 2 reconstructive surgeries and a year of physical therapy to get it back to normal.

 

2010 – compound fractured my left arm (that means the bone came through the skin). I was leaving a NYC New Year’s Eve party with a guy I liked and while running to get a cab…I slipped and broke my arm. It was icy, I was tipsy on champagne, and I was wearing high-high-high heels. I had 2 surgeries this time as well, and refused a 3rd surgery to opt for eastern healing methods. I healed 100% in 9 months when I was told it would never heal without another surgery. They were wrong. I was right.

 

2016 – dislocated my left knee in a park in England. I had returned from Paris not an hour before, and met friends in the park to pick up Barney (the dog) and play fetch. We were about to leave when Derek (the husband) threw the ball one more time, and I was in the way. Barney hit the back of my left leg at full speed, and my kneecap popped right out of the socket. I looked like a Picasso, and not in a good way. An ambulance came and rushed me to the Leeds Trauma Center. It was the worst pain of all the injuries.

 

That was 1 week ago.

 

So for a kid whose favorite word was WHY, you can imagine I wonder that.

Every 6-ish years I have a big orthopedic injury.

 

WHY?

 I’m sure you have things that have happened in your life that you wonder the same thing. (Use this story to interject your own WHY’s in your life.)

And what I’ve come to understand about that vicious WHY circle is that…

 

IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE.

 Knowing WHY this happens doesn’t take the pain away. It doesn’t shorten my rehab time. It doesn’t save me $$ on medical bills. It doesn’t heal me any faster.

And it certainly hasn’t prevented it from happening again.

When I broke both my arms I decided that I broke my arms because I was with guys that weren’t right for me and I was drinking too much.

That theory doesn’t work in this scenario as I stone-cold sober and with the best man I’ve ever known (Derek). I actually wish I had been drunk in this situation since they don’t give pain meds in England like they do in America.

 

So the theory I had for 6 years was no longer valid.

 

Which made me reconsider everything.

Why do I always need to know WHY something is happening?

 

Knowing WHY changes NOTHING.

 

Knowing why you had a miscarriage doesn’t make it better or restore your faith.

Knowing why he hit you doesn’t take away the anger, the pain or the fear.

Knowing why you got fired doesn’t prevent you from getting fired again.

 

However I do KNOW this….

KNOWING WHY MAKES NO DIFFERENCE.

YOU’LL DRIVE YOURSELF CRAZY TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY.

 

Instead it’s way more valuable and interesting to say, “Okay, here are the cards I have been dealt…what am I going to do with them?”

A dear friend once told me, “You are only ever responsible for your perception of life.”

I must say, I remind myself of this everyday…especially when I can’t move around and have to rely on my family and new friends in a foreign country for support.

 

I can say, “Dammit, this always happens to me, why am I so accident-prone!” or I can say, “Okay, what do I need to do to make my life work?  What is there to learn from this experience? How can this experience help prepare me for the future?”

 

The answers are astounding.

 

When I was in more pain than I thought humanly possible to endure last week in the park….I closed my eyes and my grandmother (Mimi) was right there with me. I kept my eyes closed as they loaded me onto a stretcher, into the ambulance, down bumpy roads, and eventually when the MD popped it back into place.

 

The whole time she was there with me. Reminding me to breathe, reminding me that she was excruciating and constant pain for so long and was sorry for how short-tempered she was with me and my family while we cared for her. We were there together on the beach in Greece and we were so happy.

 

When I didn’t think I could get through the pain without drugs, I did.

I learned I was stronger than I thought.

She was right there to remind me.

In the week since this injury, I’m learning what amazing friends I have both near and far. And what an incredible man I’m married to who thrives caring for me. And what a sweet and sensitive dog I have to not leave my side while I’m laid up in bed.

 

My perception is that this experience is a gift.

 

A reminder that my Mimi is beside me, that people will hold you up if you let them, that I’m stronger than I know, and that slowing down is a gift, not a punishment.

Here’s the end to the story…

 

I would do it again the same way.

 

Every time I’ve broken, torn or dislocated something…I would go through it again.

 

I am who I am because of those experiences.

 

I know why they happened.

They happened because they happened.

 

I’m finally getting peaceful with the answer. Here’s hoping you do as well.

Share in the comments below if this strikes a chord with you.  It’s nice knowing I’m not alone on this!

 

xoxo

anna

I finished a 5 day juice/soup cleanse, and was the most successful I’ve ever been!  I made this video to share all of my secrets so you can decide if a cleanse is right for you…and if it is…how to be successful with it and FEEL GREAT!  Here’s a PDF of the Juice Cleanse I did from Filmore and Union in Leeds, England.

 

Hi again!  So we’ve been living in a hotel room with no kitchen, a very active dog, and pain-stakingly slow internet (despite the hotel giving us a special access code that makes if faster than before).  If you’ve ever lived in a foreign country….or just lived anywhere….you know that sometimes (hell, a lot of times!)….SHIT HAPPENS.  And you have no idea why.  Sometimes you get lucky and see the silver lining, but other times it’s a lot harder to discover.  I’ve been working on that in my own life, and wanted to share what I’ve discovered lately.  It’s a good practice to see “nothing is a problem”.  Watch to find out what I mean…

 

This week I thought it would be fun to do a video about the crazy adventure it’s been moving to England.  I share some of my tips to “keep sane” in the midst of lots of changes.  I know you may think 10 minutes is long, but it’s worth it.  I had hoped to do the video in 5 minutes, but there were so many things to share that are helping keep me sane, that I had to make it longer!  I’ll be back next week with another video or blog.  Enjoy!

 

Read to find out why…it may surprise you.

Quick disclaimer: This blog (and I hope it becomes an article somewhere) is about WAY MORE than a spin studio. It’s about supporting local businesses, taking pride in where YOU live and how YOU spend your energy (and your hard-earned money and time are your energy). And it’s about supporting damn hard-working, kick-ass people.   There is the saying, “What goes around comes around.” You never know when you’re gonna have your ass on the line and need people to go to bat for you. Read on. Here’s me, putting my ass on the line for something I believe in.

I’m nervous writing this. But not nervous in the “I’m nervous because I’m afraid I’m going to fuck up and look bad” way. I’m nervous in the “I’m fired up and have a lot to say, and my fingers aren’t typing fast enough” way. You know the difference.

 

Soul Cycle is coming to Houston.

Across the street from my friend’s, Kim & Mitch Syma’s, indoor cycling studio.

 

REVOLUTION STUDIO.

 

I literally mean across the street. Like you can look out the window of either location and see the other one.

That’s fine. The location isn’t the part that fires me up; it only makes for a slightly more dramatic story. What really fires me up is that large franchises come in to cities all the time, and small businesses suffer.

That’s why I’m lit up and writing to you.

Here’s the story as I know it (I apologize if I’m slightly off on the story Kim and Mitch, but I know I’m pretty close).

Years ago on an island far far away called Man-hat-tan, there was a girl who wasn’t very happy….and she was cold (it was winter)….and she had gained some weight (approximately 25 lbs)….and her boyfriend hadn’t proposed, he’d dumped her instead….so she had to find a new apartment.

Life was not good for her.

She went to an indoor cycling studio one day. And then a yoga class. And then a dance class.

Everything in her world changed.

She cried, she laughed, she sweated, she danced. She thought she couldn’t make it, but she did. And she went to class everyday.

Soon she wasn’t so sad. She lost the weight, and started laughing again. She found a passion inside of her that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

She wanted more. In a big way.

You see…this girl doesn’t do anything small.

Most people would be satisfied becoming a spin instructor, or perhaps a personal trainer, or a yoga teacher.

Not Kim Syma.

She wanted to bring the things that had changed her life to her hometown…Houston.

She wanted to share.

She wanted to make a difference for people. In a big way.

So what did she do?

She went and got her MBA at the University of Texas.

Seriously. She got a damn MBA to be prepared to open REVOLUTION STUDIO.

And when her professor said to her face in class, “You are never going to succeed at opening an indoor cycling studio. There is no way it can work.” She said, “Bless your heart.”

 

And did it anyway.

 

Oh, I forgot to mention…she picked up an extraordinary man along the way who became her husband, Mitch Syma. Mitch was of course attracted to her (she’s gorgeous), but more conveniently he was very interested in her business plan to open REVOLUTION. He was so interested that after they started dating, he went to visit NYC and take all the classes she loved.

I’d like to add that Mitch had recently landed his dream job in Marketing for Minute Maid. He had finally “made it” when he experienced all the classes that had changed Kim’s life (and many more).

He walked out of those classes and told Kim, “You don’t have to do this alone. I’m in.”

Y’all need to get something: THEY WEREN’T EVEN MARRIED. THEY WEREN’T EVEN ENGAGED. AND HE QUIT HIS JOB.

 

AND THEY OPENED REVOLUTION STUDIO ONE WEEK AFTER THEIR WEDDING.

 

Let’s fast forward….

It’s a little more than three years later, and they have three locations. They have added yoga to all locations because they saw that it was missing for their members (or riders as they are called).

Now I don’t know what I’m supposed to share or not because I didn’t consult with Kim or Mitch before publishing this, but I’m going to tell you a few things you should consider.

They have put everything into REVOLUTION STUDIO.

This is what I mean…they have YET to be paid from the studios.

They would like to start a family…but they haven’t yet because they are committed to the REVOLUTION riders and providing what they need. Instead they put growing their family on hold and opened a 3rd location. And then they expanded yoga into all locations. No small feat.

I have watched them work when my husband, Derek Morris, and I were begging them to come play with us.

I have seen Kim fall asleep at a restaurant because she is too exhausted to stay awake.

I have seen them office out of their home with employees working from their garage apartment at all hours of the day and weekends.

I have watched some employees and spin instructors quit after they invested huge amounts of time and money into their training…and Kim & Mitch stay friends with them and wish them well.

I have seen them fight, and I have seen them make-up.

I have seen them NEVER QUIT.

 

EVER.

 

Even when it would have been WAY EASIER to quit.

So that’s why I’m not going to Soul Cycle. The company recently went public, and I heard the owners were paid $90 million each. I think that’s super awesome and totally inspiring as an entrepreneur….BUT I don’t know their names, or their stories, and they don’t know mine either.

Here’s the bottom line, we live in an incredible city full of small businesses that were born from people’s hearts to contribute to HOUSTON.

They took a chance on us.

And we won’t continue to have these options if we don’t “PUT OUR MONEY WHERE OUR MOUTH IS.”

REVOLUTION STUDIO has led the spin craze in Houston, along with other AMAZING local spin studios like DEFINE, RIDE & RYDE.

I know each and every one of these owners (Henry Richardson, Taryn Woods Burt and Ashley Gooch), and they all put their asses on the line so that we could have something available to us that without them wouldn’t be possible.

The sweat, the hustle, the swagger, the community.

That badass feeling you get when you’re on a bike, but you feel like you’re at a club.

That feeling that…

 

YOU. CAN. DO. ANYTHING.

 

AND. YOU’RE. GOING. TO.

 

They brought it to us when no one else did.

Spend your money there.

Spend your money supporting people’s dreams. Their blood, their sweat, their tears, their sacrifices, their doubts, their triumphs.

Cuz don’t you want someone to support YOU like that?

Drop the mic.

Shake Things up

Get moving. Shake things up. Go a different way. Get on a plane. Escape. Explore. Be quiet. Be loud. Do things differently. Say yes. Say no.

Do the unexpected.

Any of these terms could be used to describe my latest adventure to England. There are fun stories to tell, and I’m sure I’ll be sharing them with you all over time, but for now I’m keeping it short and sweet…and (as I always intend) helpful to YOU in YOUR life.

I said yes.

When Derek asked me to come on a business trip with him to England the normal reasons that I would say no weren’t there. Not because they weren’t there, but because there was a bigger commitment behind my reasons.

I was stuck.

I was bored.

I was uninspired.

 

And honestly, I was feeling a bit lost.

(Ask yourself where you are feeling this in your life.)

 

So when he asked, my normal reasons didn’t hold up. And let me be clear, it’s not that I typically say no to travel invitations…quite the opposite! It’s only that the past few times they haven’t worked out for a variety of reasons. Truth is, they haven’t worked out because I didn’t need to go bad enough.

Which brings me to my point.

When I’m stuck, it’s not real. I’m actually never stuck, and neither are you. That’s silly old fear pretending to make me stuck.

When I’m uninspired, that’s not true. I’m not enjoying what I’m doing, and I need to make a change…but that doesn’t mean I’m uninspired.

Or lost, one of my favorites. I’m lost.

That’s ridiculous!

And it doesn’t mean anything! Lost from what? Really, what exactly can I be lost from?

And the last one…bored.

When I’m bored, I’m actually bored with myself. I don’t find myself interesting, and therefore how could I find anyone else interesting? Damn, it’s no fun to see this, but it will save you (and me).

Here’s the truth.

It’s all fear in disguise.

Fear loves to be in disguise.

My favorite disguise for fear is DRAMA.

Man, do I love me some drama! Figure out a way to make something dramatic, and I’ll do it. I don’t even have to think about it, it’s there. I have been noticing it a lot in myself, and as a result have been hearing it in other people’s stories. It’s a fun game to play:) 

(Notice where you make things dramatic in your life.)

But now what? What do you do with all of this?

When I feel stuck (or anything I’ve listed above), this is what I do: I move and I move differently. Sometimes yes, it means getting on a plane, but it doesn’t have to. Let me explain…

It could mean taking a different route on my morning walk. Or allowing myself to get a little lost while I’m driving. Or calling a friend just because. Or doing anything for the sheer love of it.

Yesterday I was taking it really easy because I was getting over a stomach bug. I found myself sitting on the sofa at 7pm with nothing to do, and this of course made me uneasy. So I thought, “What would I do tonight because I wanted to?” Watch a movie is almost always my answer. I would watch and critique movies all day and night if you let me.

So I did! I watched Sicario, and Derek and I went to bed (yes, very early, but he was tired and not that interested). I was able to watch it and take tons of breaks to think about the cinematography, or the music, or rewind it when I didn’t quite follow the plot. I didn’t have to answer to anyone, I got to do it exactly the way I wanted to!

Heaven.

And that’s what I mean. Give yourself permission to do something different. I never watch movies on a weeknight. It feels way too indulgent, and that’s bullshit.

Shaking things up in my life can happen everyday, not only when I take a trip somewhere. Thinking I need to get on a plane in order to be inspired is only the drama talking….know what I mean?

(What can you do differently today?)

That’s what I have to say about that. I hope it helps you all.

 

Keep Playing,

Anna

 

P.S.  I’m going to go play fetch with Barney now. Because it’s gorgeous outside and I can.  I even wrote this blog outside…which I never do.  Somewhere along the way I decided that being serious is the only way to be successful. I’m pretty sure I’m wrong about that, thank goodness.