Happy Friday everyone,
Today I spent the day covering an event for my university where the alumni were being honored, specifically those who were celebrating 50 years since graduating.
I was extremely nervous for this event for two reasons.
First, because I had to go in there by myself and hope that people would talk to me, and second, because half of the event consisted of a luncheon.
A luncheon= people plus food. Ed hated luncheons. Actually, Ed doesn’t do luncheons.
Ironic as it is, the woman who I happened to be interviewing right before the luncheon began, had an Ed of her own.
How do I know that? Without saying anything triggering to anyone , I will just say that she had all the physically visible signs of it.
And then when I told her we can continue to speak after the luncheon, she said,”Oh sweetheart, I don’t need to eat. We can still talk.”
And there was Ed’s moment he had been waiting for.
The green light to participate in an eating disorder along with someone else. I used to love those moments when I was so ruled by Ed.
But today, it wasn’t going to happen.
I actually had to tell her that I needed to go sit at my assigned table, so I couldn’t keep talking with her. I’m the one who excused myself to go eat.
I mean, wow, talk about a shift in the driver’s seat—Ed was not even in the car at that moment.
I sat across from her table, and while she didn’t touch any of her food, I knew I had to eat mine. And I was so glad I did.
Had I not gone to the luncheon, I would never have met Rusty, my favorite person I met all day.
Rusty was sitting next to me, and he was telling me about how he used to protest on campus for things he believed in.
And then he looked at me and said the comment that changed my whole day.
“I always tell my kids to leave Negative Ned at home.”
Who, I said?
“Negative Ned, you know, like a negative attitude. I tell them to leave it at home.”
I’ve heard of negative Nancy before…and now I’ve heard negative Ned.
It just made me realize yet again, that everyone has some kind of “Ed” of their own who they deal with on a daily basis, and just how Rusty said, I guess it really is our choice if we want to leave them at home or not.
I can definitely say that I left Ed at home today.
I ate that entire lunch and spent the whole luncheon talking to Rusty and his wife listening to their experiences and stories, and Ed wasn’t there to distract me.
And as for my first fear about people not wanting to talk to me today…I was proven so wrong.
All I needed to do was go say hi and ask them for their story.
Each and every single person, one after one after one, talked for at least 20 minutes about different parts of their lives they wanted to share with me.
I guess it goes to say how we all have a story that needs to be told, and sometimes it just takes someone asking us about it to let it out.
These people, most of them in their 80’s, were so happy to share their experiences, knowledge and wisdom with me.
Like E told me a few days ago, today was my chance to give someone else a platform to share their story, just how I am sharing mine on this blog.
Rusty left Ned at home today.
I left Ed at home today.
And now I am leaving him here again as I go to my family dinner.
Hello to luncheons, hello to leaving our Ed’s and Ned’s at home, and hello life.