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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

In Belonging, Experience, Passion, Reflection, Stress release ,
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An important routine

January 18, 2022

I watch him walk up and down the sidewalk

with a basketball as his sidekick

bounce, bounce, bounce

No matter the day or weather

Completely engrossed in his own world

He is old enough for me to ponder

Is he unconcerned with how others might view him?

Or are his brain and body quenched by routine?

I’d venture to guess both

I learn more from watching him

Than anything I see on any screen

His actions outrank the messages being thrown at me

and those thoughts I tell myself are important

Why not venture to do something enjoyable every day?

This is the fiftteenth (#15) 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

In Awareness, Brain dump, childhood, Kids, Memories, Passion, Reflection, Sharing Wisdom, Sports, Stress release ,
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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

In Awareness, Belonging, Competition, Experience, Friendship, I love to watch you play, Love, Memories, Passion, Reflection, Sharing Wisdom, Strength, Support, Youth Sports ,
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