The Story of 3 Long Sleeve T-Shirts

The Story of 3 Long Sleeve T-Shirts

I just can’t help but think that this is the stuff that sliding doors are made of.  I’m constantly amazed on where I am in my life.  It blows my mind to think that if one certain thing never happened a whole list of events would have never been there to remember.

I’ve been blessed in my young adult life.  My chain of events have placed me in a very settling, and exiting place, which is exactly what I want and need in my life right now.

I am sitting in my garage at this very moment. (God bless, this amazing garage. I am extremely thankful I have such a great place to hoop in.) Anyway, as I started to clean this garage, I came across 3 of my long sleeve t-shirts. That means ladies and gentlemen that I was out here at least 3 times in this garage moving.  I probably hooped so much that I got sweaty and I had to take off my long sleeve shirt.

When I went back to Effingham (yes, for those of you who didn’t know, that is a real town), IL, several people mentioned to me I had lost weight. I have had a gradual weight loss and I‘m not going to lie it felt good to get compliments. People wanted to know how I’d lost the weight. I realized just now after picking up those three shirts that that was how. I come out to this garage, put a hoop around my body and move and move and move. I find tunes that make me move and I move it. I rock it sometimes. I rock it most times. Hell, really, I rock it every time. I freakin rock. And I’m straddling the thin line on whether I’m talking with arrogance or confidence. I don’t care what you call it, but it’s working in my life.  I am happier and healthier than I have been in long while. Not only do I thank hooping, but my friends, my family, and every single event on that long list of things that I remember. Without one of those things, I could be someone else. Maybe instead of a hula hoop business, maybe I could have been a rocket scientist. Who knows?

What do you think? Where would you be?

 

Don’t muffle that child.

My business is coming along.  Hoop to my Loo is making progress, slowly growing into the monster that I imagine it becoming.  But I struggle with the business side of business.  Something always needs to be done.  Banks, stores, websites, inventory, material, shipping, cost, profits, money, projections and etc have continued to pile up on my to-do list. I am learning business one step at a time and trying to allow myself enough room to grow and freak out along the way.  I have been so caught up in making and designing the hoops, writing about the hoops, photographing the hoops, selling the hoops that I have seemed to forgotten to actually hoop myself.

I would be lying if I told you I pop out of bed every morning and run to my hoop and play. I tend to talk my inner child down and tell it that there are adult things to be doing, that I don’t have time to be “playing” right now.  I say, “oh, we will play after I get this done or that done,” and by the end of it, I never picked up my hoop and have found some other “important” thing to be doing.

I am changing this.  Call it a New Year’s Resolution, call it a lifetime commitment, or call it what you will, but it’s time I stop muffling this kid inside of me.  I know full-heartily that I am a happier person when I give myself time to play, to be a kid, to turn music up really loud and dance til I start sweating.  So yesterday, I hooped for an hour. A great hour. Sure, I even had an argument between adult Jill and kid Jill, but we made a compromise and I danced around the garage for an hour. (I did make myself clean the garage before I let myself hoop in the garage. I did say compromise.)  It had been awhile since I hooped so I was sore, but so happy. I felt good, more balanced, centered and solid. Yes, my ever growing to-do list is still waiting for me but I know why I am starting this business. I am a better person because of hooping.  For those of you who are addicted to hooping like I am understand this, understand how hooping has given so much completion that it becomes too difficult to find the right words to explain.  And for those of you who hear your inner child knocking, don’t ignore it.  Whether it’s hooping or some other form of play, don’t muffle that child anymore. Come out and play.

Happy Birthday to me.

H2ML Queen, Jill, Hoops on a Cool Winter Day!

I celebrated my 28th birthday feeling like I was only 8. Really I have hooping to thank for it. I really do believe that if I keep hooping, I probably won’t age. I turned 28 on December 3rd, 2009, and hooped my way into another year of awesome. I got up in the morning, made myself a gigantic banana pancake, turned on some super loud music (King Khang and the Shrines are my current favorite hooping music), and danced. It was a crisp morning with a new cold, like winter had just gotten into town, and I couldn’t have been happier hooping in my hat, scarf and mittens. .

It was a moment, Oprah calls them “Aha! Moments,” and I’m not sure I would so much say “aha” but I would say, it was a reminder. Trying to get a business up and running isn’t exactly my idea of good time, but hooping is. It’s a good time. It’s a great time. Simply said, I love it. There was that moment when I reminded myself why I want this business in the first place. There are many things that bring me joy in life, but at the top of that list is hooping and it’s such a simple and amazing adventure, and I love sharing it with people.