Seeing a way into it…
Ever email for way too long and then run out of energy to blog? Welcome to my life.
Lunch with my friend Meg yesterday was way fun, considering we knew each other and we could talk careers, work, and such but with nothing at stake. She had a few neat ideas for this Virtual Book Tour thing I’m thinking about doing and I learned the gist of the project she’s working on. Sounds exciting. She also gestures as much with her hands as I do which means we were a few animations away from silverware flying every which way.
Last night I went with my dear friends Jo and Robin and some of their homies invited me to see Fighting Gravity at a club in the Village. It was after Shabbat dinner with my parents and a light sleep night the evening before and I was dead tired. A noisy, crowded club was not how I wanted to end the night.
But I motivated, got there and had a great time. I realized I’ve been making a lot of lame excuses for myself lately, that I’m too old for that kind of stuff, that I need more sleep than everyone else because of the stupid apnea, that I can only be so healthy because of the stupid apnea and on and on. I’m really tired of it. I’m a lot healthier and sprightly than I give myself credit for. And the same way I can get out of bed in the morning and not listen to the little devil voices that tell me to get back in, I can silence the one’s that tell me I should always be in bed by 11 on a Saturday night.
Yes, I’m turning 30 this summer but I figure I can let that get to me or not. And if I have fun leaping in place to loud, silly music once in a while, then it seems pretty stupid to me to not do that because it’s slightly more inconvienent than reading a book. So next time I will try. Again. Because, though it might not feel like it at the time, it always seems worth it afterward.
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You didn’t tell me the band you saw on Friday was Fighting Gravity – they’re great!
You didn’t tell me the band you saw on Friday was Fighting Gravity – they’re great!
Mmm, wrestling with some similar stuff myself. I’m turning 29 in 2 weeks, and got myself all worked up about it being *almost* thirty, which plain silly. So what, you know? (But I’m still in that post-relationship low-self-esteem hole, I guess.)
And yes, it’s sooooo much easier to stay home with a book. But I’m trying not to. Trying to convince myself to get out of there, because that’s the only way I’m going to dig out of my hole. But it all takes so much energy…
Mmm, wrestling with some similar stuff myself. I’m turning 29 in 2 weeks, and got myself all worked up about it being *almost* thirty, which plain silly. So what, you know? (But I’m still in that post-relationship low-self-esteem hole, I guess.)
And yes, it’s sooooo much easier to stay home with a book. But I’m trying not to. Trying to convince myself to get out of there, because that’s the only way I’m going to dig out of my hole. But it all takes so much energy…
And discipline. Which I’m hoping, if nothing else, my advancing age will have given me.
*fingers crossed*
My grandma used to say, “Nothing worth doing is easy.” She’s probably right.
And discipline. Which I’m hoping, if nothing else, my advancing age will have given me.
*fingers crossed*
My grandma used to say, “Nothing worth doing is easy.” She’s probably right.