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See, this is why I sometimes regret trying. I'm probably just going to get my heart broken and that's if I don't get digested by a carnivorous plant. Grumble.
This week has been filled with things that I would have written about enthusiastically if not for my job hunt. Things like going to see The Police in concert at Fenway Park on Sunday, and getting to see Sting do the rock star thing.
Things like having a tennis lesson with a (possible) new friend, and really enjoying it. I'm looking forward to practicing on my own this weekend if I can find some time alone with a wall... thwack bounce bounce, thwack bounce bounce. It's remarkably satisfying.
Things like forearm stand being the pose of the month for August at the yoga studio. Yeah! I'm actually about to get a lot of my workout time back; dance class ends tomorrow, and gymnastics won't be happening all month because Moses is having some sort of family crisis. So I should be able to attend advanced classes 3x/week, thus practicing forearm stand 3x/week, and with any luck this will be the month I get some consistency about kicking up to balance. It's funny, someone else recently was very happy about a yoga class and said something like Not just exercising, but becoming. Yes, I thought, and that's how I've always felt in the regular gym too.
Then, of course, I realized that almost everything we do affects us.
I'm not just reading, but becoming. Not just stretching, but becoming (flexible). Not just coding, but becoming (a good engineer). Not just eating half a cheesecake, but becoming... whoa, maybe I don't want to eat that cheesecake. There's a lot going on and I feel like I'm missing some of it, but maybe that's all right, because it will all shape me anyway.
This week has been filled with things that I would have written about enthusiastically if not for my job hunt. Things like going to see The Police in concert at Fenway Park on Sunday, and getting to see Sting do the rock star thing.
Things like having a tennis lesson with a (possible) new friend, and really enjoying it. I'm looking forward to practicing on my own this weekend if I can find some time alone with a wall... thwack bounce bounce, thwack bounce bounce. It's remarkably satisfying.
Things like forearm stand being the pose of the month for August at the yoga studio. Yeah! I'm actually about to get a lot of my workout time back; dance class ends tomorrow, and gymnastics won't be happening all month because Moses is having some sort of family crisis. So I should be able to attend advanced classes 3x/week, thus practicing forearm stand 3x/week, and with any luck this will be the month I get some consistency about kicking up to balance. It's funny, someone else recently was very happy about a yoga class and said something like Not just exercising, but becoming. Yes, I thought, and that's how I've always felt in the regular gym too.
Then, of course, I realized that almost everything we do affects us.
I'm not just reading, but becoming. Not just stretching, but becoming (flexible). Not just coding, but becoming (a good engineer). Not just eating half a cheesecake, but becoming... whoa, maybe I don't want to eat that cheesecake. There's a lot going on and I feel like I'm missing some of it, but maybe that's all right, because it will all shape me anyway.
