Every Hoop has a Beginning, Doesn’t It? Part 3
continued from part 2
The world wide web is an essential tool for any grown adult who may have fallen in love with a hula hoop. Youtube is the lighthouse to the ocean of hula hoops, the beacon, the incredible linking force. It’s at least a good place to get mounds of information, overwhelmingly so. I and my new found love started to grow being only watered by the videos of youtube.
Hours upon hours upon hours of watching videos and videos. I had just uncovered Narnia. I had been introduced to the Promise Land and I could drink and eat and never be full. I started with the tutorials, and trick breakdowns. I followed the instruction of the eHow girls, and took my lessons from those who had been on the hooping road for awhile. The masters.
There were so many people in the world who shared my love for the hula hoop. I couldn’t believe it.
To this day I remember the first video I ever watched. It was titled “hopping” instead of “hooping” because I typed it in wrong as did the person who uploaded the video. I watched the hoppy video over and over. It was the most beautiful, amazing thing I had ever seen. I watched it. I studied it. I watched it again. I had never seen anyone move like this woman did. I immediately not only wanted to meet this girl with her blonde dreadlocks, tan skin and gypsy chic style, but I wanted to be this person (but without the dreadlocks). A passion erupted from inside of me.
And the internet was my doorway I needed. It allowed me fuel and feed my passion. I not only found videos, but websites and communities dedicated to the love of the hoop.
(I now know that video was of Lisa Lottie, a hooper who performs in London mostly.)
What was your first video?
I’ve seen it a million times. Make it a million and one.
I have gotten into the habit of shoulding myself. That’s right. I should myself way too much. I have no idea why people even want to be around me because I am shoulding all over the place. It’s time it stopped.
I caught myself the other day shoulding. I was having coffee with a good friend and I said out loud, “I should be making hula hoops.” As soon as I said it, I thought, “Did I just really say that out loud? That is very craptastic.”
Yes, my shoulding has become craptastic. I am shoulding my friends away. And what good does shoulding do? If I say “I should be making hula hoops” and I still choose to have coffee with a friend why am I wasting the energy on even saying should. It’s not going to change. I made my decision to have coffee and I was doing it. But still I let part of my brain be in another world of shoulds instead of in the moment.
I am challenging myself to cut should out of my vocabulary. I am going to try my hardest to never should myself again.
How often do you should?
So, today I nursed a hangover that came from top shelf convenient store white wine I drank last night with a good friend. Because of this awesome hangover, I didn’t go hooping. You know I felt bad because I live for Thursday hooping. I love turning up the music really loud and letting go, being surrounded by my fellow beautiful hoopers, having all the space and mirrors to see how something might look and how I might make it better. I love Thursday HoopJams.
Anyway, I did something today that I have not done in a long time. My schedule can be a bit nutty just like the next person’s. This is not a complaint, because we all have our stories. We all have our high highs and our low lows right? Anyway I seem to always have somewhere to go – do not mistake me, this is not a bad thing in my world – I like being busy. However, because I have places to get to I rarely have the allotted amount of time for myself. So today, instead of going hooping which is my most favoritest thing ever in the whole wide world, I took my time getting ready for my day. People, when is the last time you all have done this? It’s pretty awesome. I had no where to be. I took a super long perfect shower, painted my nails, wore a face mask, had a pretty awesome day. I may not have gone hooping but I did get so much me time today. (Mind you I still kind of have a hangover as I write this article so it isn’t all that perfect, but I smell nice and feel super clean. Huge plus.) I just reminded myself today that hooping is my favorite me-time activity, but taking really long showers and pampering myself is probably second. And Hangovers aren’t anywhere on that list.
What is your favorite me time activity?
I have a dear friend who uses the word compartmentalize often. She somehow can take hooping and put it into a compartment in her brain and go to it when she needs it. I am fascinated by this. I struggle with keeping hooping out of every single compartment of my life. I want it in every single aspect of my world, but I’ve come to realize that it just doesn’t fit sometimes. There are people who don’t want it in their life who are tired of me talking about it. But if I can’t share hooping, I often feel like I can’t share me. I struggle with this balance more than anything. And this may sound crazy, but what is more important to me? Hooping or friendships? How important is moderation when it comes to hooping? Do I need to learn to compartmentalize? Do I need to put a muffle on my passion?
There are moments when I make myself step away from the hoop. Sometimes, my body needs a break, mostly my brain does. It’s such a fine line to walk and I realize so many hoop business owners struggle with this. Hooping can easily stop being a practice and start feeling like a job. That’s when my flow gets all out of whack and I have to take a minute, step back, adjust my balance. However, sometimes my breaks from the hoop last way too long. I can go maybe three days without a hoop, by that third day I am jonesin for it.
I wrote an article back in January about Understanding my Tight Rope. And here I am almost five months later still trying to figure it out. I’m not surprised at myself or disappointed. Because I know that I am getting closer and closer to maintaining that balance. The Dalai Lama says,
“Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.”
And we have to work at it. And for me, I realize it starts with finding the right amount of hoopiness for my happiness.
Where does it start for you?
Hooping is My Bag
This is what I have almost convinced myself of: I think I have split my personality. I met someone the other day who is just as obsessed about hooping as I am. I find this nearly impossible, actually so impossible that I think that some of my personality split off of me and formed another person. My obsession for hooping got so big that it had to split off of me and formed an entire new human being. This person probably doesn’t really exist. I’m not sure yet. It seems too good to be true. Finding a person that you can geek out with about the one thing that brings so much joy, it’s amazing, and absolutely surreal. Could it be real at all?
Meghan Daum wrote a great article called Music is My Bag. I read this in a nonfiction class when I was in college. My professor asked all of us what our bag was. In 2003, I didn’t have a bag. But along the way I found it. Did my hooping bag get so big that I had to create an imaginary person to talk it over with? Maybe it did, but in the end I don’t really care. I’ll hoop with an imaginary friend any day.
What’s your bag?
3 AM Pajama Hooping
Last night I did a little 3AM hooping in my garage. I couldn’t sleep. I haven’t been able to sleep for a few days now. I think the universe is trying to tell me something. I’m trying to listen, but honestly I don’t want to. I have feeling in the pit of my stomach that makes me uneasy. As I hooped in my pajamas, I closed my eyes and listened to the music losing myself in my movement. And like someone shot me in the gut a feeling came over me.
You are going to have make some very tough decisions. This is not going to be easy.”
That was not what I wanted to hear. Normally, I can hoop my way through whatever emotion I need to figure out. This is different. Bigger. In need of attention. It’s taking me out of my normal flow. I know I haven’t opened myself up fully to what I need to, but I’m not sure I am ready.
Maybe after a few more pajama hooping parties, I’ll be prepared to make these tough decisions.
What helps you make your decisions?