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特技女人&妈妈:Bonnie Campanella

特技女人Bonnie Campanella

遇见Bonnie Campanella:虔诚的妻子,母亲和特技女人。

你见过 孔:骷髅岛? 灵魂冲浪者? 夏威夷5-0?然后你看到Bonnie做了一个她最好的东西!她是一个很棒的行业专业人士,她是一个令人难以置信的母亲,真正的生活。我荣幸地与邦妮在奥阿胡岛的婴儿车进步计划中刚刚三天锻炼。她是积极能量的真正启示,总是以善意的话说出来,鼓励丰富,并“使它工作”的态度。

Her interview will uplift and激励你继续为你的梦想,进出母性。

你能给读者一点点你的背部吗?是什么导致你成为一个噱头?这是你的全职工作吗?

只要我记得,我一直是一个竞争对手和运动员。我搬到夏威夷19岁,完成我的大学学位追求海浪世界的麦加。

这是Bethany Hamilton的电影 灵魂冲浪者 这降落了我“我的大休息。”

感谢识别在我身上的惊人的特技协调员,我能够踏上门。作为夏威夷的特技女人不是全职工作,但大多数前面的相机类型的工作不是。我想我幸运的是,这里有足够的努力来保证我的职业生涯。

我想成为我想要的地方,我不能更快乐。

特技妇女需要什么?你做了一个特技学校吗?

特技教育是一个必须,练习是必须的。与任何职业一样,锐化锯在远方进展中很重要。

对我来说,它恰好是我练习高瀑布,穿过窗户和翻滚崩溃。我参加了加利福尼亚州的一些顶级特技学校,包括洛杉矶和里克海道的威尔洛斯普林斯的洛杉矶和Rick Seaman的特技驾驶学校的赋予权力。

你工作中最受身心的最严格的一部分是什么?

每一个现在,我都会展示套,我将不得不表现同样的特技,略微调整,有时是10次。虽然这并不常见,但取决于特技的困难,这取决于导演试图实现的目标。

我的世界上没有巨大错误。其他部门依靠我让他们正在做的一切都完美地结合在一起。

即使它意味着在臀部瘀伤之前遭到残酷的拖动。我知道你可能在想什么,“你不穿垫子来保护你吗?”好吧,答案是肯定的,我能够划伤。但大多数女性特技表演者(特别是在夏威夷节目上)并没有超过比基尼顶级和雏菊杜克斯。瘦牛仔裤如果我很幸运,哈哈!

特技女人Bonnie Campanella

典型的一天是什么样的?

在套装上,我的典型日开始在太阳升起之前。头发,化妆,我思考我将如何在今天的衣橱里拿起。我把它放在了。然后我要坐了。天可以很长,但哦,如此奖励。

在我的几天,我专注于妈妈。嗯,健身!

我参加Stoller Strides,这是一种妇女(和男性)的社区,可以混合高强度/有氧运动类型培训。该计划让我带上我的孩子。所以再一次,我正在削弱锯齿形状,并从社区中教导我的孩子与他人的社会互动。我也试图跟上我的冲浪,瑜伽,只是在体育活动周围。

你和你的丈夫都在娱乐业工作,并养育小孩子。您如何管理您的时间表和所需的不可预测的时间?

这总是一个有趣的问题......人们认为我们很疯狂,有些日子我们远离家乡16个小时。

我在这个过程中实现了这个过程,当你对某事充满热情,并且有驱动器来使它工作,你做到了。

让我们刚才说,拥有一个神奇的保姆,朋友和家人的安全网是关键。我承认它并不总是容易的。我的集线器和我去年的演出(TBA很快,我保证),我们都是营业的夜晚。作为父母,我们被告知“睡觉时睡觉了”。此情况并非如此!

我将在凌晨5点左右下班回家,睡一小时,并与我的孩子们达到大约1点。然后我的丈夫在我试图进入几个小时的时间里迈出了下午的转变。那是一个尝试的2周,但我想这是双方的爱的劳动,完成工作,还要确保你的孩子知道这一点它们是您世界上最重要的事情。睡觉拿了一个后座,但化妆部门在浮肿的眼睛上做奇迹!

在您的职业生涯中,您最喜欢的一些时刻和项目是什么?

我绝对喜欢努力 灵魂冲浪者。它充满了与贝尼尼汉密尔顿和她的家人合作的令人振奋的。我也在我的内容中,在水中,这是我的专长。我最近在电影的一些驾驶场景中加倍了Goldie Hawn 抢,这是一个荣誉,因为她是这样的图标。

你最喜欢的时刻是母亲的一些人?

好吧,现在,这是全部最有价值的工作。当然,这是第一个步骤,第一个词,看着他们成长为自己的个性。我近4岁的儿子学会了本周如何游泳。我近2岁的女儿正试着像兄弟一样游泳。有一天,她可能是他们下一个大特技!

它很漂亮地体验这些里程碑与他们在一起。我喜欢每一天都是他们生活中的新发展;我可以看看他们整天学习。当工作缓慢时,我每天都在家。

我一直发现你在我们一起参加的健身课上有惊人的能量,即使在夏威夷炽热的夏威夷日上午8:30,即使你整晚都在工作。你在哪里找到你的热情?你的生活和精神生活?

每天早上,我们都可以选择选择。那个选择是充分利用你的一天,或坦率地说:不是。

当然,生活让你糟糕的日子,但我试着每天早上醒来(喝一杯咖啡),充分利用一天。我真的相信“给他们(你的孩子)很棒的说法”。我知道如何行动,互动,对人和情况做出反应不断被我的小人物检查。我想提高他们知道他们可以选择充满和愉快,冒险的生活。我试图建模我想在其中看的行为。到目前为止,它在大多数情况下工作!

您如何鼓励其他母亲追求他们的激情,同时也倾向于他们生命的母性季节?

不要让妈妈停止你追求你的梦想,也不要让你的梦想阻止你成为妈妈。

我不能告诉你们所有人试图说服我的母亲可能是我的职业结局。好吧,我证明它不是。我刚才是创造性的:我如何留在顶部形状和我如何为节目训练。另外,请记住,我们的国家,正如现在似乎疯狂,仍然拥抱家庭价值观。

你为之工作的人,并选择为工作而努力尊重一个艰苦的家庭女人。如果他们不这样做,你绕过错误的人群。你的村庄应该充满鼓励者。

你认为你是母亲和妻子的最大力量吗?

我的老公。哈哈。但真的,我在我的世界中有很多积极的支持,很多来自他的人。

如果你能告诉新母亲的一件事,它会是什么?

我可能会让它变得异想天想,惊人,但放松的恐惧让我的孩子们在家里是真实的。这么多想法,问题,情绪会贯穿你的头脑。感觉到他们,在上班的路上哭泣......这是如此正常。

但请记住,做对你的感觉。我知道我的意思是在有孩子之后回去工作,即使是兼职。我需要“我”的时间。但是,每个妈妈都是不同的,做了什么让你成为最好的妈妈,妻子和人。这是最重要的。

特技女人Bonnie Campanella

 

您有独特的机会前往越南拍摄孔:骷髅岛。你也必须带你的家人。那个冒险的高度和低点是什么?你的其他世界旅行和梦想是什么?

我最近将整个家庭送到越南北部,开合作:骷髅岛。我在电影中播放了梅森韦弗的Brie Larson加倍。我的丈夫和我俩都在工作,所以我们带来了婴儿。 (我知道,回到疯狂的部分!)我们带着母亲的婆婆,她是我们的生活在保姆3.5周的时候,我们拍摄了像大河和美丽的哈隆湾这样的异国情调的当地人。

当时我的孩子们3岁,当时9个月大,虽然他们可能不记得这一切,但我们有一些惊人的回忆与他们分享。有时候,我的女儿仍然是养育,如果你只知道我不得不泵的地方。我们只是说,护理母亲法律不适用于其他国家。值得庆幸的是,每个人都保持健康,这是我最大的担忧。

我记得有一天,我们所处的小镇是如此兴奋,让我们在那里扔了一个疯狂的10课程越南一顿饭,跳舞和音乐,这是一个真正的文化对待夏威夷家族。我想到了之后,任何和每个地点都在我的愿望清单上。我认为能够拿起家庭并分享新的冒险,而年轻人则丰富了他们的生活。我的意思是,通过说:“这次在越南......?”,这是一个3岁的人回忆起陌生人的凉爽,这是多么酷。我说,更具异国情调更好!

我喜欢在一起看着你和你的孩子!您喜欢与孩子分享的特殊小时刻是什么?

我喜欢拥抱,偎依,“我爱你”。我喜欢我必须强迫他们在自己的床上睡觉的事实。如果我们让他们,他们会尝试和我们一起睡觉!当他们受伤或悲伤时,我喜欢安慰他们。

我知道这份工作并没有持续很长时间。很快他们会长大而不需要我......所以我用它的所有机会窒息他们。

夏威夷育儿最佳部分是什么?

夏威夷育儿的单一最好的事情是我们将海滩作为操场。我的孩子在这里富有了海洋生活,它是神奇的。

最后,只是为了好玩:葡萄酒或啤酒?你只有一个零食你可以永远吃:它是什么?

我是一个啤酒女孩,通过和通过。然后要平衡它,我永远不会没有水果,尤其是芒果。

与邦妮得到社交:

邦妮在Instagram上 

在IMBD上的Bonnie.

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  1. JC. 说

    2017年7月27日在上午1:05

    你是一个拥有一个伟大的丈夫的惊人妈妈。你的孩子真的很幸运

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当我拔出我的纸浆并退后一步, 当我拔出我的纸浆并退后一步,oman in a sparkly mask grins at me. I can tell she is grinning by the crinkle of the corners of her eyes.

“Your kids are so cute,” she says.
“Thank you so much!” I say, and she asks me their ages and tells me about her grandkids. 

Then she says, “I can’t believe it has been a year of this.” 
“I know.” I reply. She shakes her head, we exchange another crinkly smile and move on.

After I place the groceries in the van I head to push the cart in line with the others at the return. A man is there and I pause to let him go first. “No, you go on,” he says. I nod gratefully, balancing the baby on my hip and then grabbing my big girl’s hand to walk back to the van.

“We’re coming up on a year,” he says. “Yes.” I say, but it feels incomplete. I turn back and say, “I hope you have a good day.” He waves.

When I get home from our grocery trip I see them, the posts just like this one. We’re all processing this pandemic year. I scroll back through my writing from 2020 and I find my initial battle cry to get through this. I wrote, “Life- it perseveres. Love- it can break through our fear. Who will we be?” 

Here we are a year later, and I wonder- am who I hoped I would be?

I think I was less. I think I was more. 

Last night my husband and I finished watching WandaVision on our grey couch. (spoiler alert) Vision tells Wanda “It can’t be all sorrow can it?...What is grief if not love persevering?” I squeezed Ryan’s hand, and I kept holding it until we said good night.

Maybe I had it right last year. Maybe I had it wrong. Maybe it is, as I’m learning all of life is- a continuous circle of both/and. Life does persevere. 
But I think it does because of love.

Who was I last year?

I was a mom that lost her patience and also played. I was a spouse that felt thankful and annoyed. I was a woman that lost hope and fought to find it. I touched grief and capacity, I reset over and over. 
I reckoned and I adapted and I forgave and I felt rage. 

And I know that I loved. 

I know that I love.
宝宝在我面前摆动了在我面前 宝宝在我面前摆动了在我面前 mint patch. Everyone told me not to plant it last year. “Keep it in a pot,” they said. “Mint is invasive.”

They were right. It has taken over much of the plot I placed it in. It dares to go beyond its borders too. One of its green leaves reaches out to us, snaking across the brown and yellow tufts of grass. The baby squeals and reaches back, batting at the mint with his fingertips. 

It is 60 degrees today, a gift in the depth of winter. From morning till late afternoon we push the sliding glass door to the back yard, open and shut. First for bubbles, then toys. On our third venture, we lose our shoes. 

I crush a mint leaf under the baby’s nose. He swipes it and tries to cram it in his mouth. Then he flings it and pushes back against me, craning his neck to hear the mockingbird that’s landed in the bare branches above us. He remembers I’m behind him and grins, then he pulls forward and grabs his toes. Her bare feet appear next to him. My daughter crouches to pluck leaves. 

The door slides again. I grab a blanket so we can stay out longer. Soon the kids are both on top of me, intertwined. Like mint, their take over is expected. Each day I work to welcome them.

This post is part of a blog hop with @exhale.creativity an online community of women pursuing creativity alongside motherhood, led by the writing team behind @coffeeandcrumbs 
Head to my blog❤️ to see the next post in this series “280 Words”.
我让我的丈夫拍了一个我的新爆头 我让我的丈夫拍了一个我的新爆头st weekend. It was a victory to do my hair for the second time in 2021, put on real clothing, and to pause in the cycle of family duties to ask for something for my professional life.

And yet.

I didn’t stop there. The photo was required for a new writing adventure and after we did that, I sent out an email I’ve been dreaming of sending. The timing wasn’t right for me to send it last year and I knew it. 

And yet.

It would be fun and glamorous to say that time is resolved and the way is clear to try for a new dream now but in full transparency, time still feels thin. I am scared of what could be. We have a young demanding baby, homeschool, and a husband that’s lining up TDYs. We’re still living in the midst of a never ending pandemic, I don’t have a rhythm as a mother of two, and childcare? What’s that?!

Do we get to dream again? Do we get to say yes? Does anyone else feel like it’s really hard to change right now? 

And yet.

I prayed and talked to all the nearest and dearest cheerleaders in my life and my mom said it best to me this week. As she heard both hope and frustration in my voice she said, “Lindsay- you have always done the things you’ve dreamed of even when you were fearful. I think if you’re fearful it means you are on the right path.”

Here’s to the nudges we get. Here’s to honoring them if we can. Here’s to approaching them with kindness toward ourselves and patience for the journey ahead. 

What dream did you put on a shelf last year? Do you have the capacity to dust it off yet?
这是过去一年的10月左右的时候 这是过去一年的10月左右的时候ter looked at me across her lunch and said, “mommy sometimes it doesn’t feel like you smile much anymore.” 

That night I asked my husband if the observation of a five year old carried weight. 
“Well you just had a baby,” was what he said.
“Yeah, in July,” I responded. 
“And that means we’re coming out of the fourth trimester,” he said.
The baby snuffled in his crib beside our bed before letting out a wail.

As October melted into the holidays, I broke out my journal. I started working out. I revisited an essay. I made things with my sewing machine. I watched fun movies and we ate good food. I chased the activities that generally pull me up and out of a slump. Most of what I tried was a temporary hit of happiness, like how my morning coffee masks the four hours of sleep I got, and yet without also adding water after the caffeine, I’m just as exhausted (if not more) a few hours later.

Sometime after Christmas I realized that all of my pushing and pulling to get back to where I was- that wasn’t possible. 

I had to stop trying to be Lindsay pre-pandemic, Lindsay pre-two kids, Lindsay pre-moving back to the United States after 9 years overseas.

I had to accept I’ve changed. 
I have to accept I’ve changed.

It is hard to let go of what’s not serving us. It’s hard to rebuild confidence, routines, (restore baby- worn pelvic floors) delve deeper into our faith and discover that it is not about moving back to who we were but getting curious of who we can be if we step forward.

Am I smiling more? I believe so. I believe I’m beginning to find lightness again. 
To not just chase delight but to notice it, invest in it, and to fight for it. 
Forward is where you’ll find me.
更加美味不太分心 more rest less reeli 更加美味不太分心
more rest less reeling 
more experiment less expectation 
more capacity less crumbling
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These are my desires, my dreams, my goals for 2021. 
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My daughter took this photo of me on Christmas- during a moment when I felt true delight.
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I have always enjoyed picking a Word of the Year. It’s like a lamp post in the dark, making a circle of hope to move forward. Are you having a hard time moving forward? Moving on? Going anywhere? I am.
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In January 2020 I wrote this: “BREATHE is my 2020 word of the year. With all of the past few months of chaos, I’m starting to use my breath to calm myself down and refocus. If I can’t control anything else, I can stop and control my breath.”
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There was a lot of feeling out of control last year. There was breathing through labor. There was breathing into pillows out of frustration, anxiety, and sorrow. I breathed in the smell of nature on hikes, I breathed in the air of my home over and over and over again- and the sweet smell of my children’s hair. Breathe did help me pause. It helped me catch up and calm down. It served me well.
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In 2021, I want to remember how to love my life. There’s been a lot of head down and get through it. And while that is sometimes necessary, it doesn’t feel like living to me. 
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I need permission to DELIGHT again. 
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With this word goal comes the excitement of taking stock, being intentional, breaking the pattern, coming out of the slump. Finding what’s best instead of what’s easy.
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 The best place to start feels like turning down the noise. I heard the saying this year that we need to put down our phones to pick up our life.
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So I’ll see you in a month, friends. I’ll be checking my email. Feel free to send me a message at hello@upliftinganchor.com. 
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Do you pick a word of the year?
当我们走过威廉斯堡时,大门是 当我们走过威廉斯堡时,大门是 adorned with holiday wreaths. Dried oranges, seashells, fresh evergreen boughs. My husband and I walked arm and arm and took in the rare splendor of being alone and out of the house for twenty-six uninterrupted hours. 
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And I almost forgot how the people we walked by only gave glimpses of their eyes. I almost forgot all the hand sanitizing stations and how strange it was to pick up nourishment from a restaurant- walking past the empty tables and out with steaming bags. I stood six feet back whilst ordering a cafe au lait and biscotti after lunch. We touched the keypad in the elevator with our elbows.
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But as we walked through the historic homes, there it was, the reminder that stopped me. That jutted in with pain and longing. A mask dangling from a post. It lifted and fell in the winter breeze. 
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It made me feel strange. My stomach didn’t just knot- it twisted into swirls like the fancy towel animals that (were) on cruise ships. 
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I still can’t comprehend all that’s happened. When I try to think about it, my brain reaches around memories, months, headlines, and it can’t hold it. I can’t make sense of it. It’s like trying to zip up a jacket that’s too small, stuffing in all the pieces and bursting at the seams.
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As I stood there, I also watched families walk by holding hands. I heard chatter and laughter. Children chased each other. We’re still finding a way to carry on. There is still love and goodness and kindness alongside aching sorrow and fatigue. 
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I can’t hold this time. I can’t forget what I’m experiencing now. But I can’t stop thinking about how we once lived either. The caution I threw to the wind. I miss that. I miss making snap decisions and spontaneous delight. I have forgotten how to flex those muscles, the ones that make me feel truly alive. 
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When will I reclaim them? Will I remember how?
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11 “Something forgotten”// #thirtydaysofgrateful with @exhale.creativity and @calliefeyen
我今天看着我们的照片 - 我22和他23岁( 我今天看着我们的照片 - 我22和他23岁(scroll through to our courthouse wedding!) and I just thought, “wow those babies had no idea what would happen, what would test them, how they could hurt and heal each other, and how they would learn to come back to each other over and over again.”
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Marriage is amazing, and it’s hard. There is still so much we want to do with our lives, and I love looking both back and forward with him. 
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We have moved six times together, lived on four continents, added two children, and endured five deployments. We’re working our way through this pandemic, he’s pursuing his bachelor’s in the wee hours of raising kids and serving in the military, and still cheering me on to make time for writing. We are delighting in our kids and making time to create a family culture we are proud of.
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This past week was our 12 year anniversary, and we got away together for about 26 life-giving hours (thank you Mom and Dad Swo). We stayed at a hotel, picked up food, hiked a trail- and while all of that was great- mostly I marveled at how much I felt at ease with my husband. I felt delighted at how our time together felt full of conversation, confidence, love, dreams, warmth, and silliness. 
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I’m grateful to not only grow old with him- but to grow with him in general. He is the one person that truly knows all sides of me, and loves me in spite of them all.
第一个结局!加入主持我这个独奏epis 第一个结局!加入主持我这个独奏episode where we unpack Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, give ourselves permission to change up the plan, and make a good list. 
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If you've been a listener this season, THANK YOU! To create anything this year, AND to share it, feels like a feat. I still can't believe I was able to see this creative project from start to finally---a finish! 
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I learned that we can keep trying creative endeavors, and I have decided Season Two of #thechoosingbravepodcast is HAPPENING!
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Celebrating YOU and whatever your next brave step is.
今年在这里有很好的东西。 20件事到 今年在这里有很好的东西。 20件事到 be exact.
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moving to Virginia after nine years overseas// picnics in our new van// hiking in all seasons// birthing our son// raising and releasing butterflies
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sewing a new quilt for our daughter// falling in love with homeschooling// finding real friendships here despite the pandemic// launching a podcast (and the creative balm this was)// going to regular teletherapy appointments 
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starting to write again after I couldn't find words for so long// laughing with my husband in the kitchen// talking to my sister, sister in law, and bestie on the phone + my mama and mother in law- I was separate but still surrounded by good women// going to Myrtle Beach with my parents// throwing an at-home USMC ball
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The Green Ember series// gardening (having a backyard in general!)// learning to just GO ON THAT WALK when stress starts to rise// access to book pick up at the library// twinkle lights in the living room all year long.
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Thank you for these 20, year 2020. This has been a chapter of holding grief and light too. May we continue to encourage each other to show up each day and give grace.
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Photography @arrows.light
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