Archives For November 30, 1999

Three years

January 20, 2025

There are gaps of time that define my life

My childhood spent free and wild outdoors

My school age years searching for an identity to be proud of

My time figuring out what my degree should be

My realization that competitive sports were no longer to be played by me

My wedding day

My dog mom life

My not-so-trauma-free birthing memories

My apartment living experiences

My first and second home dwelling days

My blogging days

My radio appearances

My corporate desk job days

My work-from-home days

My love of writing

Three years passed without me writing

Funny how life works

This is the sixteenth (#16) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!

Written by Heidi Woodard

His first love

February 28, 2020

Forever ago, a little boy asked his mom and dad

Can I play basketball?

So a ball was placed in his hands

To travel with sometimes

To dribble others

To protect from the hands of defenders

His shoelaces seemed to never stay tied

While he ran his fastest and played his hardest

He took in criticism and accolades

And his parents grew to understand

This game was his first love

And that love is shared by his best friends

The older we get the luckier we are

To close chapters and collect memories

Until the clock ticks down to zero

Owen senior year

Bellevue West boys basketball team class of 2020 seniors and parents on senior night.

 

This is the tenth (#10) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. This post is dedicated to all Nebraska high school basketball players getting ready to enter post season play. Especially the senior players and their parents.

My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!

Written by Heidi Woodard

Jaycee painting

Painting by my daughter

 

It’s hard not to try to cram every moment

of significant importance into every day.

I would argue it’s even harder to stop and appreciate

what others may gloss over as insignificant.

I woke up today and, although sleep deprived,

I know I have my loved ones still here with me.

I have a house and a dog.

I have a car to take me to the job I am blessed to keep.

I choose to remember that my earnings

do not translate into my value.

The quality of relationships greatly outweighs

the quantity of casual connections.

I am loved.

 

This is the eighth (#8) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. 

My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!

Written by Heidi Woodard