Mission I'mPoSSIBLE

From the jump, two common themes that I knew would play a foundational part of Justineslife were community and collaboration. Why? Because not only do I personally rely on these two things on a daily basis, but I truly believe that it is with the positive encouragement, support and accountability from our circles and our communities that we become the best I. 

It is these checks and balances that keep us positive, humble, and strong enough to push forward through our greatest obstacles to our greatest accomplishments. 

Photo credit: Hugo Ramirez

This brings me to this week's edition of #ReflectionsofGratitude. Thanks to two of my awesome sisters from other misters, Sammy and Val, I stepped out of my comfort zone this past weekend and joined the MIP Worldwide community at Jason Markk for a nice little Saturday run, (that eventually progressed into a full two days of fellowship.) 

Don't get me wrong, hanging with a bunch of dope new people for an entire weekend, right up my alley; the whole running long distance part, not so much. But on I went to support my friends...

Look, if we're talking sprints, I'm there. I'm an athlete. I can go all day. Who wants it? Allyson Felix, where you at!? Distance though? Eh, I'm cool. Always unsure of whether I'll be able to finish the run at a respectable pace, and also (being instinctively extremely competitive) in first place, I've typically shy'd away from group distance running.

But Saturday there I was, at 1 o'clock, in the heat of the summer day, my excuses locked and loaded, about to take off running across DTLA with a large group of people. Off first glance, the group clearly consisted of a few pro runners, who surely were supposed to have left for Rio already, the fitness buffs, who do this everyday like it's drinking water, the middle of the packers (like myself), who were going to get by, a few people I could definitely beat, and my buddy Javier, who after randomly crossing paths with us, was going to join in despite sporting blue jeans and carrying a book.

BOOM! We're off. Energy is high, everyone's having fun, I'm feeling good, and amazingly, no one has sprinted to the front of the pack like Superman. Just as it feels the pace is about to settle in, enter "praise break" number one. You know, the part of the race where everyone from the runners' pace to the party pace pauses together and allows the whole group to catch up while holding squats, cheering loudly and creating bridges for each other to run under. 

Photo credit: Hugo Ramirez

Photo credit: Hugo Ramirez

It was during that first praise break, of what would go on to be many, that I realized this was no race at all. This wasn't a competition. No one was supposed to win, or feel self-conscious or leave discouraged, never wanting to come again. This was a collaboration, a journey, together, designed to grow ourselves by first bettering one another. There were no egos, no levels, and no talk about who you are or what you do (which in LA we all know can be hard to come by.) We were all on the same playing field.

We laughed, we ran, we accomplished heights we were unsure we could achieve and we left no one behind. As it turns out, I didn't need all of those excuses I had packed after all. I was fully capable of completing the run, and even if at times I needed to walk, there was always going to be someone back in the party pace willing to walk with me, passing no judgement, keeping me encouraged and making sure we finished the mission.

That is what it's all about. Relying on we to create a better I, because together, there is no mission impossible, it's mission I'mPOSSIBLE. And for that, I am grateful.

For those of you unfamiliar with MIP Worldwide, it stands for Mission I'mPOSSIBLE. MIP is not just a run club, but a community built on outreach, leadership and collaboration. MIP was founded in Vegas in 2012 by Sammy Jo herself. MIP's Core Value II states that, "the RUNway is where dreams become a reality, ideas turn into action, life turns into living and tests turn into testimonies." Four years later, MIP is now an active 501c3 with ten chapters nationally. Through the help, belief and support of her community,  Sammy was able to turn dreams into a reality and ideas into action.

To learn more about MIP or how to get involved in a chapter near you, check out their website.

From Robbins, Illinois...DWYANE WADE!

Two posts in one day?! Woah, let’s not get carried away Justine. I decided to jump right into things with #ReflectionsofGratitude because it was actually this memory that inspired the idea.

Monday, thanks to Facebook memories, I was reminded that FIVE years ago I interviewed Dwyane Wade and number of others at a fundraising celebrity kickball tournament hosted by Baron Davis. While I hadn’t forgotten this memory, I could not believe it was five years ago.

Five years ago, when I was a bright-eyed, bushy tailed, 23-year-old and a relative rookie to LA. I was hustling my way through the sports journalism field, interning here, working there, and just trying to get experience wherever I could. I was young and inexperienced in a HUGE market and my own biggest critic. Often feeling like I was a hamster on a wheel, I was never sure if I’d ever be as good as [insert person x, y, and z] to be able to compete. Every time I posted a video or interview, I was terrified.

Suddenly, five years ago seems about right. That kid was young and green. If I could go back and tell young Justine some things, I’d say, Justine, at 23, you’re navigating your way in a big city. You’re getting amazing opportunities. You’re interviewing Dwyane Wade, the guy who hung on a poster in your dorm room freshman year! You’re sitting down with athletes who people dream of interviewing. And you’re only getting better. As it turns out, that reel of yours isn’t so awful after all.

I’d say, enjoy the process. You’re doing it. You’re not so bad. I’m actually proud of you! 

My, how life has changed and evolved since then. With no regrets and to my own content, about a year after this moment, I transitioned away from the journalism field to the digital side. (Although, I think I feel an itch coming back.) I continued to push forward and grow and navigate my way through this very competitive city. Five years later, I reluctantly admit that I’m an LA vet now. This city is my city. The world is at my fingertips and these experiences only equipped me for greater ones! And for that, I am grateful! I'm grateful for where the journey has taken me.

So a reminder to myself and anyone else, the journey is DOPE. The process IS the fun part. Thanks life, let’s keeping moving on up, but maybe not to the east side...I think I like the west side.

 

*If you have WAY too much time on your hands, feel free to watch the rest of the interviews from the event below, but remember, this is a judgement free zone. Haha

**Also, if you've never seen the Dwyane Wade commercial that inspired this post title, do yourself a favor and watch it here. It's one of the greatest basketball commercials ever made.

Reflections of Gratitude

You know, life has been pretty good to me. Everyday truly feels like a new adventure and with each new adventure comes a new experience, a new interaction, a new memory.

Also with each passing day, it feels like time moves a little bit faster. I finally understand why as kids, adults were constantly telling us that time flies. I wish I could take back all of those eye rolls, because as it turns out, it does.

While I don’t take these moments for granted, it seems like the more I do, the less I remember. Half the time I can’t remember what I did yesterday and that’s not an exaggeration. I blame digital overstimulation, lack of disconnection and the inability to slow down. I actually think those are proven facts, but if not, they're at least my great excuses.

Either way, while we’re recording and documenting more than ever before, I feel like I’m organically retaining less.  Sometimes it feels like the memories I do have are actually just the few bits of a story that I can piece together from a picture that I’ve saved.

An ongoing regret of mine is not keeping a journal, writing on paper the small details, the intimate moments and the feelings that certain experiences gave me so I can properly evoke these memories.

Nonetheless, every time I find myself glancing back at these tangible memories, whether scrolling through my camera roll on my iPhone, or my Instagram timeline, or glancing at Facebook memories, I find myself overwhelmingly filled with gratitude. I believe reflection creates gratitude because it takes us out of our current situation or circumstance for a moment and reminds us of where life has taken us and how much we’ve grown, overcome, developed, and persevered.

So, in the midst of trying to defeat my journal struggles, I've decided I’m going to begin regularly reflecting on these memories and where life has taken me since. Forget Throwback Thursday, welcome to #ReflectionsofGratitude. I would love for you to join in with me on social media or with your own posts!