JUMP ROPE

Judy Moore Parish

When you are born in 1952 by 1960 you are into some pretty serious jump roping. Like every other little girl I couldn’t help but JUMP given a thick braided rope, some rough asphalt and a couple of turners.

So, the way it worked was you had two choices. You could stand next to the rope and when the turning started, you jumped.  The second and inevitable option (or stay a baby forever) was to stand outside the rope and when the turning got going and when you felt the moment was just right, you JUMPED in!

I was pretty good at option #2. Sometimes, depending on how fast the circles were coming at me I might hesitate – but then I always made my move. It was exhilarating and once my momentum got my feet groovin, I was HOT.  Fast, fast, faster.  Why is jumping such a head rush for 8 year olds?

Now it’s 2018 and I’ve got a new kinda ‘jump rope’ looping in front of me. With each flip and turn I get a new opportunity to jump in. My ‘rope’ is simply LIFE and it just keeps coming.  But I’ve been hesitating more than I ever did in third grade (I was expert by then…). Can’t seem to show off what I’ve got.

And today I think I’m finally ready. Today I jump in. JUMP JUMP JUMP

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Published by Judy Moore Parish

"You can't love anyone until you love yourself." My dad told me that when I was around ten years old. I didn't know much about love. We didn't use that work in 1962 - but I never forgot his words. My life has been an exploration, a quest for the deepest understanding of that wisdom. I am pretty much the same little brown Mexican girl born in 1952 in San Antonio, Texas. That is and still remains the heart of me. There are 7 billion souls sharing my space on this planet and I know with certainty that each is completely unique Here is my story of my journey as I know it today and as it unfolds in each of my tomorrows.

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