To know me is to be aware of my fondness for the television.
To have seen evidence of my complete and utter adoration of the trashtastic TV shows.
For me the consumption of popular culture is virtually the same as snacking on processed foodstuffs:
Some, in moderation, is fine. Making it forbidden only sparks binges and obsession.
To know me offline (or on the Book of the Face) is to have been on the receiving end of my overuse of the hashtag/phrase:
They say more truth is said in jest and they would be spot on with this one.
In the same fashion many look forward to a glass of wine at the end of the day—I maintain my sanity (during homework time especially) only because I knew when these two were asleep it was time for Patty, Reza, and Abby.
Lately, however, I’ve
consumed all the Bravo shows! discovered a new show.
Something which fits with my always the FIRST to discover something!! unless I’m the last!! personality trait.
I’ll spare you the rant about how I repeatedly watched the pilot *last* time I lived in Austin, didn’t get sucked in, and will cut, instead, to the chase.
To my point.
To how I’ve been so inspired by Tami Taylor’s strong, supportive, flawed, raw, unflaggingly honest approach to life I now live each day with the backdrop of:
What would Tami Taylor do?
My W.W.T.T.D. answers (& subsequent behavior choices) fall into five categories.
1. Tami would kill with kindness. Or, if you live here, practice the notion of if you cant find one–be one. T.T. isn’t filled with bless your heart (Southern women’s equivalent of calling someone an idiot while still superficially sweet) she’s consistently kind, yet concurrently masters the ability to convey the message do not mistake my kindness for weakness.
2. Tami would face life head on. I can be a woman who longs to shove her head in the sand. Not T.T. My fave illustration of this was when her daughter, Julie, began dating the quarterback. Tami didn’t panic. Tami did immediately inform her husband (That thing you were afraid of happening—it’s happening right now!!). Her head did not immediately meet sand. Tami paid attention. She watched. She was available. Which leads me to…
3. Tami would trust in the wings she’s created. This is something I work on daily and my girl is only nine! The following scenario terrified me & sparked me to realize T.T.’s approach is how I, too, want to mother. With trust. Tami spies her daughter’s boyfriend buying condoms. She doesn’t call friends & gather 80 different insights on how to handle (<—me me me) she calmly and plainly says to her daughter:
The viewer can see she’s terrified with a twinge of sadness, yet she trusts in the roots she’s created enough to lovingly confront her daughter, not dig up in doubt what she planted in faith, and trust she knows how to handle the situation.
4. Tami would remember there’s no weakness in forgiveness. In the first season Tami tells Jason Street (a boy injured playing football and paralyzed from the chest down) precisely this. She reminds him–and reminds me daily–forgiveness is a choice. We humans can *choose* to move through and past anything. Forgiveness is not a weak act, but one of release.
5. Tami would let it go. T.T. is my role model with regards to my goal for the year. She gets annoyed with Coach, she believes he’s made a poor decision/not placed the family first, she butts heads with her daughter—she picks her battles. She lets some go. She recognizes one cannot choose every “fight.” She manages, again, to simultaneously let it go and still be viewed as strong not passive.
I know (this is a lot).
I know (this is a little creepy).
I know (Ill be sporting this tee for while as I amble the streets of my new Austin ‘hood).
Yep. I had this made.
And now you.
- Have you been sucked into the WINE, err, fantastic TV which is Friday Night Lights?
- Do you ever ask yourself: What would Tami Taylor do?