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Don’t Worry, Be Happy

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I was singing loudly, one of my impromptu “happy songs” as I approached the crosswalk. The pretty immigrant women rushed across the street; neat uniform, lovely hair, strained face… nearly distraught.  She glanced at me crooning in the van I had borrowed from my friend minutes earlier, then she turned away, it was time to shift and move on, but my intuition caused me to pause. She stopped and looked back again. With a desperate look in her eyes and a contorted mouth she tripped to my window. I rolled it down and a cold rush of air stung my face. She blurted something in Norwegian, I smiled and told her I spoke English. She gasped and reframed in heavily accented english, “where are you going? Is it near the airport? Is it in that direction?” She pointed wildly, tears beginning to form in her frantic eyes. Without hesitation I said, “it is now, please get in”, and I popped open the passenger side door.
She literally ran and jumped in, immediately bursting into tears. “Oh THANK YOU, THANK YOU, I am so stressed! I have missed the bus, I am so worried to be late for my work, my boss, my boss…” she didn’t finish her sentence. She sniffled as we drove on.
Heavy rain began to fall and she sighed, “LOOK! You have saved me now from being late and from getting wet. I am from Philippines, we pick up the hitchhikers but here it is not possible… you have saved me, you are sent from God!” I grinned and said, “Nah, I’m sent from Hawaii and my hobby is scooping up folks.”
“I SAW you.” she said, “I felt something, like I should ask you for help.” She daintily blotted around her eyes with a tissue.
“I’m so glad you did, I SAW you” I replied, “I think that’s all we have to do to receive what we need… see it, and find the courage to ask.”  She gasped again, “Oh! say some more…” she requested. “I like to imagine that we are all the same person, that there is no judgement causing chasms between people, I am so happy to help you because I think of you as being me.” She began to cry again and said, “You have taken my worry away, I am going to remember you and I know I will see you again.” As we pulled up to the airport curb I said, “I’m Annetta,” she put her hand on my shoulder and said, “my name is Happy. H-A-P-P-Y, thank you, THANK YOU, angel Annetta!”
With that, she ran off towards the airport entrance, leaving me with her very name etched in my heart.

…willing to take it at every angle.

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My days are filled with humor, and I want to share some of it with you!

Applying for a residential visa in Norway requires company employment.  A “real job” is something I’ve never experienced aside from a stint at McDonald’s.  My step-father insisted I “learn to work.” I disagreed, and was artfully fired after 2 days.
I have been self-employed since I was 14.  I’ve taught baton twirling and circus, created companies, choreographed productions, presented speeches, worked contracts for Cirque du Soleil, etc. etc.
Now, however, I wake up early, get my kids off to school and ride my bike to a pristine office to do my day job.

I am employed by wonderful people at a huge private pre-school/kindergarten chain in Norway. I accidentally landed my job due to my gift of never censoring my laughter. On a trip to Norway earlier this year, the magnificent people who own the company asked for my opinion about an objectives manual, which had recently been translated from Norwegian to English. Browsing the halted narration I noticed some spelling errors and oddities before hitting the jackpot that ultimately redirected my life.  Written, clear as day, was this sentence:  “Our children are the most sensual children, who are willing to take it at every angle.”  My reaction was not subtle.  In a classic Ned display I laughed far too loud for waaaaaaay too long.
Alarmed, my friends asked if I knew of anyone who could help.  I said I did and the next morning I gave them a re-written brochure.  Upon reviewing my work, I was handed an academic manual and a polite request was made for me to “please fix it”.

Since beginning at the office about 2 weeks ago, I have been translating direct from Norwegian rather than simply fixing the English errors.  I have learned to decipher the written language by memorizing the “floor pattern” of the language like choreography.  When I am stuck I ask co-workers for definitions and I utilize “google translate”…..  which brings me to the reason for this post.  I am amused by the decoding aspects of my assignments, and thrilled by the ridiculous translations that pop up each day.  My co-workers are often curious as to what I have come upon when my laughter echoes through the halls.

Without further adieu, here are real examples of my favorite “google translate” faux pas:

Best of Google T. Faux Pas:

…placing your penis in the flask with your hand while you are nicely speaking to each child, in turn.

…an adult has a burning torch and lights the children one by one.

…the child will be selected as this days ass-kisser / boot-licker and sit on the chair.

There are so many more, but you get the gist from these examples.  I’ve got to get to sleep now so my brain can be clear, refreshed and firing…  Honestly, I can’t wait to get to work in the morning.

Decoding:

Norwegian>  Hvorfor Aktiviteten bevisstgjør barna på hva som fremkaller gode følelser, og de får øvelse i å uttrykke seg i en gruppe.

What google T gave me> Why Activity deliberately makes kids what Evoke good feelings cheaper than its fancy the receive training in Out themelves in a group.

My conclusion> Purpose:  This activity helps children to evoke good feelings and to be comfortable speaking out, in turn, within a group atmosphere.

 

 

 

 

 

I said YES! (Committing to the one I love)

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It’s more thrilling than I could have imagined, especially after previous relationship missteps, disintegrations and heartbreaks.
I have heard it said that true love can often surprise you when you are not seeking anyone, and that has certainly been the case for me and the reason for my unexpected engagement.
Although I’ve known my new fiancé for a very long time, I had not ever truly recognized the importance of this person in my life, the fullness of their beauty, dedication to my well-being, strength in kindness, loyalty, ability to adapt to meet my needs and I certainly did not consider this person to be the one who would complete me as my other half.
As the proposal was happening I was filled with amazement, peace and a knowing that I deserved to be loved fully by this amazing, compassionate soul.  This is someone who can forgive and even snicker with good nature at my shortcomings, encourage my growth and root for me under all circumstances… they’ve got my back.
On the frivolous and fun side of things, my true love enjoys ALL of the same things I revel in.  We have the same eccentric style, music choices, decorating sensibilities, appreciation for art, adoration of nature and sense of humor. This person totally gets all of my jokes and laughs hysterically right along with me. Beyond that, I have never come across anyone who loves, admires and offers so much positive attention to my children.  Even my mom is completely in awe of this person.  It’s absolutely the most perfect match possible!
It’s been quite a journey getting to the place in my life where I can recognize true love, embrace it, and throw all caution to the wind, and so I would like to vibrantly proclaim, I ACCEPT YOUR LOVE AND I PROMISE TO COMMIT MY HEART, MIND AND SOUL TO YOU FOREVER!
Annetta Lucero, you complete Me. You are EVERYTHING I have ever needed and I feel so grateful to have found you.  You are exactly what I have always deserved in my life and I am so excited to continue my journey with you by my side.
I AM committing to myself.

LOVE!

 

 

 

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The Great Unknown (and a tour of my art house)

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The threat of molten lava engulfing one’s home will certainly light a fire under one’s rear-end. My year of unbelievable change escalated when Madame Pele began making her way towards my neighborhood in Pahoa, on the Big Island of Hawaii. Amidst daily reports of advancing lava and preparations to evacuate, the great unknown for me was where I was going to go?

After some attempts for housing in New york, and challenges blocking an easy entry to London, I fell upon an opportunity in Norway, and decided to go for it.  In the process of figuring it all out the lava stalled, but my momentum did not.
Now my children and I have made our way to a place of complete contrast to where we had built our previous life. Many changes have occurred in my personal life since the lava began to cover, morph, burn and rebirth everything in it’s path.

There are days of great uncertainty and I interpret those times as a door to possibilities opening, if I continue to operate from a place of courage, kindness and growth.  Sometimes I’m a little frightened, but that is fleeting, there is too much to sort out to waste my energy on fear.  Sometimes I’m lonely, but that gives me the opportunity to examine myself and to learn how to fulfill my own lingering empty spots. Sometimes I’m elated that it is all happening, and when this adventure has run it’s course, the colorful art house, built on the rock in the sea, may still be there waiting.

Cirque Du Immigration

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As the thick curtain of weekend rain lifted, Monday’s set was a vibrant blue sky, and nearly warm sunshine.
What a glorious day to head to the Norwegian Department of Taxation and register for the ever elusive “D” number.
Something I’ve learned as I dance upon the splintery stage of immigration is that there are required official forms that you must complete before getting to the next round of applause; but, in order to get certain forms you must already have been approved for the form that comes next.  It’s a bad running order of dangerous circles and mind acrobatics.  It must be well choreographed, performed with precision timing and sold with magnificent stage presence…  in other words, it is the WHEEL OF DEATH.
Donning my best “I’m a normal person” costume, I exited the train station with my duet companion, Devin, and had no idea which way to go.
Still having no internal sense of Scandinavian cultural boundaries, which include the unstated but known thought, “please do not interact with me, I’m uncomfortable in the spotlight”, I bounced up to the first person I saw.  The nice Norwegian man tried to help although he knew very little English and had no idea where the office was or that it existed.  Receiving the same results from my next victim, I scanned the perimeter of my life theater for the perfect audience volunteer.  Near the second row I spotted the handsome Arab taxi driver and set my focus hard, knowing he too must have participated in Cirque Du Immigration at some point.  He saw me coming and looked willing to participate.  My hopes were high as I asked the compelling question, “do you know where the tax office is?”  He stood to his feet with enthusiasm, smiled widely, shrugged his shoulders, and pointed to his mouth as he exclaimed, “لا اتكلم الانجليزية!”  Determined to be in the closing act, however, he turned to his friend and asked him to translate. Having been given detailed direction we took our show notes and Devin and I headed out to the next venue.
After walking for some time we began to doubt our whereabouts and began asking random stagehands if we were near the elusive destination, first stopping a frail, elderly woman who seemed terrified, and then a lovely geriatric man who spoke beautiful English, and although he had no clue where to send us, he was quite happy to engage in general, back stage chit-chat.
Mesmerized by the gentleman’s compelling conversation about cheese, I was nudged back to life by Devin who had an expression of surprise as he gestured to look down the walkway.  Coming towards us with a dazzling smile was the handsome taxi driver.  As we approached him he held out a small piece of paper and simply said, “I queued for you”.  As he passed me the paper I realized that he had driven ahead of us to the tax office, scaled the stairs, taken a number in our stead and then found us exactly when we were needing a prompt.  This seemingly obscure volunteer had just proved to be the most inspiring, resourceful stage manager of all time.  Star struck by his heroic act of kindness, I thanked him and hugged him for way too long.
The tax appointment was a real hit and if all goes well I’ll receive rave reviews from the immigration office in a few weeks, and top billing as Norway’s newest and only side show, umbrella twirling, knife wielding freak.




Mirror, Mirror

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Do you know what frustrates me beyond reason and causes me to do and say irrational things I regret?

When a person I love leaves me and does not communicate often enough.
When somebody who is out of touch only communicates when they NEED something.
When that OTHER person is irritable, mean, short tempered, detached AND arrogant.
When SOMEBODY ELSE is a nit-picking NAG about tiny details EVERY day.
When THAT OTHER GUY, doesn’t turn out to be EVERYTHING I pretended they could be to fulfill ALL of MY expectations, needs, wounds, LACK OF LOVE, hang-ups, sorrows and feelings of abandonment…  and I especially HATE IT when it turns out that when I experience any one of these UNBEARABLE, IRRITATING, HEART-CRUSHING traits, I am actually observing MY very own SELF in the MIRROR!!!

Damn.

It seemed easier when I was blaming the other guy and I was flawless.
Alas, the reality is that I have recently come to the full awareness that the repeating cycles of neglect, abandonment and abuse in my life have been produced, directed and performed by none other than “The Amazing Lucero”—  yep, that’s Me.

“Those whom we love and are emotionally attracted to, and those whom we are distressed or repelled by emotionally, are both mirrors of our own self. We are attracted to those people in whom we find traits that we have and want more of, and we are repelled by those in whom we find traits that we deny in ourselves.” ~Deepok Chopra

…and both the attraction and repellent can appear in those you are closest to, until you find the keys to heal your personal damage.
Why?
Because if you haven’t found healing for your own wounds, those gaping lacerations will angrily glare at you from the other side of the shiny, truthful piece of glass, they will convoke the love and scream in your face, “I TAKE IT BACK!”
I’m taking it ALL back and now YOU are once again abandoned, just as you already were, because you, Annetta Louise Lucero, haven’t found enough healing for those wounds, and I’m showing you how ugly and open they are as a favor to You…  from Me…  who is actually YOU. 

Ugh.

Mirror, Mirror,
Growth is EXHAUSTING!
Being stuck, however, without the courage to observe, receive, admit and reach further, is a far worse prospect.  I can handle the stretch, the tears, the pain, the loss and the shocking truth because it all leads me to a shot at bringing a more developed Me to the next round.

I AM RESPONSIBLE for all of the qualities in myself that are reflected back to me by those who cross my path, whether it is a momentary meeting or a long term relationship.  It’s all Me.

Do you know what heartens me beyond reason and causes me to do and say thoughtful things I am delighted by?

When I communicate well and often with the people who are important to me.
When I haven’t seen somebody for some time, and I remember to inquire if there is anything they need.
When I find a way out of my irritability, before I become mean, short tempered, detached AND arrogant.
When I catch myself being nit-picky, and I let go of the need to direct others, and instead chose to relax and release it.
When I turn out to be EVERYTHING I have created without expectations and I fulfill ALL of MY needs, wounds, LACK OF LOVE, hang-ups, sorrows and feelings of abandonment…  and I especially LOVE IT when it turns out that when I experience any one of these UNBELIEVABLY IRRESISTIBLE, HEART-ENHANCING traits, I am actually observing MY very own SELF in the MIRROR!!!

Read Deepok Chopra’s short articles and lessons on Mirroring:
Lessons on Mirroring

Mirror Relationships

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Being Seen

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A few moments after exiting the train in Oslo, Norway the bombardment began;
“Pretty Lady, please give me something, please, PLEASE, just enough for one cheeseburger… here, here HERE, TAKE THIS!”  The gypsy girl forcefully pushed a small magazine of some kind into my chest.  She was at least the sixth person from her clan to do so in a matter of minutes.  “No thank you”, I clearly and politely replied, yet right below the surface of my kind veneer an irritability stirred.  I caught myself, took a deep breath and ushered in an internal dialogue I have been practicing; “I am neither beneath nor superior to anyone.”  After repeating this in my mind several times the irritation evaporated and I continued on through the crowd.  This remedy reminded me of another practice that has recently come to my awareness, and I began making eye contact with those who were available.  As I met their eyes I held the thought that the spirit within them, is the same spirit that is within me and I honored it.  This simple exercise was powerful in that connection took place in an instant, with many people nodding and smiling at me as they passed by.  I was enjoying my “drive-by” relationships when one man caught my attention and caused me to take pause.  His weathered, toothless face smirked at me as I caught his eye, and he chose to not release his gaze.  He was a beggar, but in that moment he was not asking me for anything.  I stood there looking at him, he looking back at me; seeing him, and being seen by him.  After a bit, I sat down on the walkway next to him.  I said, “I’m not going to give you money because I don’t think that will do much, but if you don’t mind I’ll just sit here with you for a while.  I didn’t know what language he spoke, but he nodded, grinned and scooted a little closer to me.  As we sat I told him I was very new to Norway, that I had come from Hawaii and I had just completed my immigration appointment.  I told him I thought it was funny that people were wearing shorts and t-shirts and that I was in a leather jacket, long pants and cap and still felt chilled.  After a little while somebody dropped some coins in his tattered coffee cup, and he looked at me with surprise, a moment later some more coins went in and he verbally made a Whoop-Whoop noise and shook his boney finger at me as he widely grinned.  We were laughing as his next customer made a deposit, and he took the liberty of giving me a little shove on the shoulder like an old chum.  Time went on and I said I would be going to catch the train soon.  I gave him a little hug, said goodbye and stood to walk away.  As I turned to go I felt a tug on my ankle.  I turned around and my companion stood to his feet, and with a heavy accent and perfect english he said, “that is the most kindness I have received in more years than I can remember.  Will you do something just for me?”  Stunned and touched, I said, “what do you wish?”  He said, “please go get yourself a lovely, big ice cream and know that it is from me.  You are so skinny.”
I could not stop the tears from flooding my face as I walked back toward Oslo Central Station.  I was not irritated by the gypsy girls besieging me on the way back.

As I ordered the huge ice cream my heart was exploding with colorful sprinkles of gratitude.

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The Shaman of the Universe!

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The man with his thumb out was clearly going to smell like Puna, but something about the twinkle in his eyes and huge grin caused me to screech to a halt near the thick patch of hardened road-side lava.  He threw his arms into the air, gleefully  ran to the passenger side window and enthusiastically inserted his beaming face across to where I was sitting. “MAHALO beautiful being!” he greeted me in a thick European accent. “I am filled with gratitude for you stopping for me. It’s so, so kind and wonderful… ” I immediately liked him, introduced myself and asked  “who might you be and where are you from?” He quickly stated, “Ah, Annetta, I am The Shaman of the Universe and I come from My Heart.”

Oh Boy.

“Well, Shaman of the Universe, I’d really like a shorter title for addressing you; hit me with an actual name”, I bluntly asserted.
He laughed and sincerely proclaimed, “I am Roman, and I am unconditional love.”

Hhhhmmm…

He had many seemingly odd things to share during our 15 minute trip, and as I drove away after dropping him off at his destination I thought about his offerings and wondered if I would run into him again sometime.

About a month went by and I was sitting in the office at S.P.A.C.E., where my kids were participating in a circus class. I had experienced a rough day and felt weighted by sadness.  Suddenly, I sensed a prominent energy and soon after, Roman entered.
His exuberance filled the small room as he stood before me, eyes sparkling and huge smile illuminating the area. He said nothing, and as I adjusted to his presence I blurted, “how are you so beautiful?”
Without hesitation he replied, “because I am a reflection of you.”

This stunned me.
I had never been greeted in such a way or contemplated that perspective before.

I could not stop thinking about Roman’s ease of being Me, and how my life may be altered if I began viewing others as if I were Them.  This concept was stuck in my thoughts and after about a week I contacted Roman through a message.  I simply wrote, “May I have time with you for a conversation about life?”

The next day I found myself sitting on a lovely lanai with a man who insisted I only use the terms me or I whether or not I was speaking about him or myself.  At first I was quite adverse to this weirdness, but I played along and found it was an exercise that became easier as the hours whittled away.  In fact, this simple game on the concept of self clicked a light within me and changed the way I approach life.

Roman and I hung out for about a month, intellectually and soulfully adventuring together on a daily basis.  I found myself developing more tolerance for myself and others and learned a tremendous amount.  He approached life in ways I hadn’t explored and when I left for a European clinic tour, I was filled with new ideas to share.

Today Roman and I are still very good friends.  I am filled with happiness every time our paths cross, and on tough days, I revisit perspectives I came to know because of the concentrated time I spent absorbing his goodness.

I have always had positive experiences with the folks I scoop up off of the Big Island roadways.

…and it should be noted:  The Shaman of the Universe, smelled as fresh as a daisy.

LOVE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Name is Ned (Chapter 13)

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My Name Is Ned

Selected Working Excerpts by Annetta Lucero

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My mom dated a variety of losers, weirdo’s, underachievers and perverts who liked the way she looked in her cropped tops, hip huggers and way-too-short mini skirts.

Concerned for her well-being and lack of ability to pick a decent man, her sister Gloria stepped in by inviting us to attend church – a 4 Square, Christian church.

This was a new one for me.

One time previously, when left home alone, I had snuck in a little television watching when I was supposed to have been practicing. Bad idea. I tuned in to a television preacher who was terrifying! He was sweating, spitting and screaming about something called the “tribulation” and detailing the atrocious events that would surely befall humankind. After seeing this, I was wholly unable to control my nightmares!

Now here I was being ushered into the very place where the knowledge of these petrifying events originated. YIKES! I was not an average kid. I knew things and saw things that other people didn’t. I had not yet been diagnosed with epilepsy but I knew I was different.

My first day in Sunday school was uncomfortable. I just didn’t get it- how could all of these people be so happy about being sheep? They were actually joyously singing about being sheep. My mom, who has always had issues with self-confidence, was immediately sucked in. She has always believed she was unworthy of…well, everything, and so church was the perfect fit for her.

“Mom”, I mused, “they all like to be sheep.”

“Honey, this is the kind of stability we need,” she retorted.

I think my mom accepted Jesus in to her heart as her savior that very first day. She was gung ho immediately, and life would dramatically change for us within a few months time. From one extreme to the next, the theme of my life continued.

We faithfully attended church every Sunday and after a brief time period, Wednesday nights became part of our routine as well. This put a cramp in my regimen since I now had to fit in my twirling practice, accordion time AND boring sheep training!

One thing about Sunday school I did look forward to was the memory challenge. I discovered you could win prizes for memorizing scripture and answering Bible questions. PRIZES! In a brief amount of time I had become a virtual Biblical scholar. I won every challenge every week. I could spout out pages and pages of memorized scriptures at the drop of a hat. I became the biggest prize hoarder of all time. It didn’t matter what challenge was presented; I refused to lose.

After a while those scriptures started getting under my skin. I began feeling guilty about the things I did that were less than holy. I began modifying my thoughts and actions. It was almost entirely based on fear, but I must admit, I was becoming more aware of my behavior. These Bible scriptures were kind of like instructions on how to keep from burning to a crisp in hell. I decided it wasn’t so bad and figured it was better to pretend to be a sheep than end up as a human shish kabob.

BAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

My Name is Ned (Chapter 12)

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My Name Is Ned

Selected Working Excerpts by Annetta Lucero

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I am a baton twirler… Okay, stop yourself right there. I know you just conjured up an image of a smiling cheese-ball in a cheerleading costume marching in a parade. Do you really think that all of these hours of practice, sacrifice, blood, sweat and tears I have been alluding to thus far are for the benefit of neighborhood parade attendees drinking beer and cheering on the local senior citizen garden club? PAALLLEEAASE!

I was born into a family of baton twirling nuts. I was raised and trained to live and breathe the sport of baton twirling. I am an elite dancer, and floor exercise gymnast. I can remember more routines, tricks, and series of movement than any math scholar on the planet. I am an athlete, artist and sports psychologist all wrapped up into one skinny, strong, baton-slinging body, and I’ve got big news for you: I am not alone.

For your quick education here is a short twirling glossary:

SPINS = The amount of pirouette turns your body completes under a tossed baton.

ROLLS = The tricks that roll on and around your shoulders, arms and neck. It looks like a  magnet is holding the baton there as it twirls.

CONTACT MATERIAL = The super fast, low tossed, flips and whips that build speed in your routine.

BREAKS = Penalty! When the baton stops and jerks unintentionally rather than flows.

DROPS = Obvious. Go kill yourself now. You’ve lost and your mother is coming to beat you senseless.

Twirling was HUGE in the 70’s and 80’s. Competitions lasted for days and were so ferociously stacked with talent that any one of the top ten at Nationals could have been the champion. At the State championships my single age division boasted more than a hundred entries. Just to get to the final round you had to make it through several preliminary age cuts. The top three then moved on to compete against the top three from the other age divisions in that category.

For example, the Juvenile division was comprised of 9 to 11 year-olds. The top three 9 year-olds competed against top three 10, and top three 11 year-olds. THEN, the single champions from each Division would compete against one another for the Grand title.

In the end ONE Champion was left standing as the winner.

If you won Grand at Nationals you were truly a GOD. You were awarded the DIAMOND CUP (a monstrous trophy bejeweled with five real diamonds) and you were plastered on the cover of TWIRL Magazine! (Insert angelic chorus here)… and that was just USTA!

The United States twirling Association (USTA) has flourished since the 1960’s. It was a branch off of the other original twirling organization, the National Baton Twirling Association (NBTA). NBTA is a mega federation of countless twirlers. NBTA was less concerned about “technique” and more focused on speed, tricks and showmanship.

The two organizations were brutal enemies back in the day. It was political suicide to jump from one to the other and the style differences between the two organizations made it nearly impossible to win in both. Only one person had ever succeeded in capturing both Grand titles: Cathy Fujymi. You may bow humbly to the ground now.

Cathy Fujymi was the untouchable deity of my dreams. She lived in my imagination. She was real but I had never seen her. Cathy Fujymi was IT for me. My hero. My fantasy. My reason for daydreaming that one day I might, on a fluke, make the top 3 in my age division at State. My mom told me magnificent stories about her.

“She caught a 6 spin, split leap pull-out on the grass! She has a roll named after her, the Fugymi Roll!”

Nobody could ever be arrogant enough to think that the accomplishments of Cathy Fujymi could possibly be matched. To do that, somebody would have to be strong enough to bust through political boundaries, be ten times better than everybody else athletically, be persistent, confident, superior in every way . . . wow . . . I would have loved to been able to catch even a glimpse of someone like that. They would probably come from a great family with lots of money, they’d have beautiful costumes, a sparkling personality and they would definitely be trained by the perfect coach.

Anyhow . . . back to me.