Dum Spiro Spero

The motto of South Carolina Dum Spiro Spero is translated to mean “While I breathe I hope.”

It’s no secret to anyone who has known me for any longer than a millisecond that I am an intensely loyal South Carolina Gamecock fan. Always have been. Always will be. If you know anything about Gamecock sports through the years (especially Football) you know that’s not always the easiest team to remain hopeful for. Yet I do. And I’m not the only one.

This season for South Carolina fans thoughts of hope means something more than looking for a good outcome at a sporting event. This year, “hope” is an encouragement embodied by the organization known as Hilinski’s Hope which provides support and resources aimed at destigmatizing mental illness. Funding and practical tools are made available by Hilinski’s Hope to schools with student athletes to implement change necessary to bring parity to mental health treatment so it is in line with treatment for all other illnesses and injuries student athletes face.

You see, our new quarterback Ryan Hilinski lost his brother Tyler Hilinski to suicide while Tyler was the quarterback at Washington State University. You may remember hearing about it in the news. You can read more about the Hilinski family’s story here. Ryan’s family founded “Hilinski’s Hope” in Tyler’s honor; a way to keep his memory alive.

So why write about this in my blog today?

Well, the Gamecocks had a tough game on Saturday in Missouri- one of those games where nothing (and I do mean NOTHING) went our way. Our Freshman quarterback in his first road start struggled to put it mildly. After showing so much poise and promise the previous two weeks, Ryan’s performance Saturday reminded us he is actually human. So are his teammates. And so are his coaches.

Social Media erupted. Some lamented a supposed curse on Gamecock sports. Some called for the coaching staff’s seat to begin heating; or rather burning. Some gave up hope of ever winning again. And then a headline Sunday morning in Columbia’s newspaper ‘The State’ shook us all. It read, “Hilinski Hope Sinks.”

Was it a hard game to watch? Yes. But it’s a GAME. Hilinski’s Hope and the student athletes it aims to help are real people, and their hope didn’t sink; regardless of what may or may not happen on a football field, basketball court, baseball diamond, volleyball court, soccer field, track, pool…you get my point. The importance of their physical and mental health are more important than ever when all the chips are down at times like these. ‘Hope” is more important than ever.

In this day and age I don’t know how a headline so tone deaf makes it onto the front page of a newspaper. The State Newspaper quickly issued an apology, and I hope in addition to the apology the staff internally will work to be sure checks and balances exist to keep something like this from ever happening again.

Dum Spiro Spero. While I breathe I hope.

So let’s take this awful circumstance and show even in a small way hope IS still alive. Maybe the public will take greater notice of what Hilinski’s Hope is trying to do in response to Sunday’s unnecessary headline. We all have a part to play- and again I remind you: This is bigger than any sport. It’s literally life or death for some folks.

My challenge to you? Gamecock fan, fan of another team, or even hater in general of sports: Let’s turn this negative into a positive.

I will personally match your donation to Hilinski’s Hope up to $250. The day will come when LetterJess will have more resources to donate more. But together, WE can do more. If you read this and want to be part of building hope, use the link to donate. All you have to do is send me an email (hello@LetterJess.com) with proof of your donation, and I’ll make a matching donation. There’s no amount too small to participate. Tyler Hilinski wore #3 and Ryan wears #3 in his brother’s memory. Even a $3 donation will help.

The link to donate to Hilinski’s Hope is here. I can’t wait to see what we can do together!

Tailgating Tunes

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Football season is in full swing, and I couldn’t be more excited about it. One of the best parts of football season for me is the time I spend with family and friends tailgating before (and after) the games. If you’re lucky enough to make friends with the people you tailgate near through the years, the first few games can seem like family reunions. Excitement abounds for those few magical game days each year, and it’s my belief that a must-have for any football Saturday or Sunday is the perfect tailgating playlist. Your playlist should be a mix of musical genres and contain tunes almost anyone can recognize. Bonus points if you get a few friends to sing along.

I’m pleased to share my 2019 Tailgating Tunes playlist with you. 68 songs for 4 hours and 40 minutes of music means you can tailgate quite awhile and never hear the same song twice. I hope you enjoy! I’d love to hear your favorite fall tailgating songs. Did I leave out any classics?

Click here for the LetterJess “Tailgating Tunes” on Spotify.

Click here for a list of all the songs in case you don’t utilize Spotify.

(note there are a couple of songs with explicit lyrics or tone)

White Pant Redemption

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Hello September. Hello Labor Day. Hello to my annual “Y’all put your white pants away” status update on Facebook and other Social Media.

[insert record scratch sound effect here.] I didn’t post that status update this year, and here’s why:

It dawned on me that aside from the fun I have thinking of what witty remark I can put into the reminder, what I was actually doing was unwittingly creating a judgement zone. And y’all, I honest-to-goodness try to live my live in a judgement-free zone.

My new and improved ‘rule’ for white after Labor Day? It’s simple: You be you, baby. You wanna wear white linen pants with open toed sandals and a seersucker jacket on a cold, snowy January day simply because it’s your fave? Get it, girl. Maybe you’re that hot-natured! Do you have a favorite sweater you want to wear in the heat of August because it’s always 25 degrees below zero in your office? Honey, I feel you. Bundle up and enjoy every second of it. I will not judge you, and I will no longer refer to some silly rule about what to wear and when. For many of us it’s been handed down through the generations without ill intent, but rather in an embrace of tradition. I’m certain my Maw Maw didn’t ask her mother why; she just abided by the rule and didn’t wear white after Labor Day. She may have had no idea it was a rule put into place to silently judge folks who didn’t ‘know better’ or ‘have better.’ If you’re like I was before this ‘road to Damascus’ white pant conversion experience and are wondering what the big deal is, it’s simply this: Nobody should be judged for what they wear or when they wear it whether they make the conscious decision to break a rule or whether they wear it because it’s all they have.

My name is Jessica Hughes, and I’m gonna wear white jeans again this year. It’s after Labor Day. And it’s still 1,743 degrees here in Myrtle Beach, so I may REALLY get wild and wear my favorite white skirt again the next day.

It’s been a year of overcoming old fears and ideas that have traditionally held me back. Things like literally digging into dirt to plant flowers in spite of a long held DEBILITATING fear of earthworms. (which could be a totally separate blog post) How about leaving the comfort of a corporate job to start something all my own, or once again trying cheese on my burger. (Still don’t like that, by the way- but the point is that I tried.) If we don’t challenge old rules we’ve had for ourselves from time to time regardless of how big or small they are then we don’t give ourselves the opportunity to grow. When we stop growing as individuals, then what’s the point?

So here we are ending the first full week of September. I’m planning to wear white jeans sometime this week, and when I do I know it will feel awkward. All the new stuff does.) I’m pretty sure I’ll survive it. I’m also pretty sure someone somewhere will see me and think to themselves, “white after Labor Day…tsk, tsk, tsk.” I feel sorry for that person. I was her last year, but I won’t be here again.

So pull your white clothes out of storage (if you’ve just put them away) and embrace the joy and beauty that is doing what you want when you want. If I can overcome the silliness that I clung to so fervently all these years, then anyone can. And when someone tells you not to wear them, just thank them for their concern and say a quick prayer they’ll also see the light. Or see the white… after Labor Day.