Why would you just sit? I don’t understand this.
Maybe it’s because I’m a fidgiter by nature? I can’t sit still. I can’t. I’ve tried. I have to be doing something. SOMETHING.
Crocheting. Working. Reading. Planning. Drawing (yes, I draw). Something.
Today? Today I sat at the park for 2 hours in the sunshine and breeze.
And I read Mary Poppins by P.L. Travers. All of it. It’s not a huge book, folks. Don’t weird on me.
My CHALLENGE in the next week will be to get through the first five Wizard of Oz books by L. Frank Baum. You know, so that the 8 year old niece can start in on them. We have 15 to get through by the end of the year.
But I have to be doing SOMETHING.
And those somethings get weird looks from people.
Not the reading. I mean, it does because I do it with an actual book in hand. But it’s one of the more normal things I’m doing right now.
I also took my first -tentative as they were- glides on a skateboard today.
At 35 years of age and in a skirt.
And I’m attempting to locate my outdoor quad skates I used to have a pair. I know I did. They may have disappeared, though…
That’s what thrift shoppes are for. I just need a pair to work off the floors on.
Why does it weird adults out that I do FUN things? Difficult things? Physical things?
Why do people tell me they’re weird?
I don’t get it.
Right now, I’ve just finished viewing about an hour’s worth of competitive double dutch video and competitive jump rope groups video. Why? Why not? Did you even know those were competitive sports?!?!?! Yeah. They are. And they’re pretty fucking badass to watch…so, guess what?
Yup. Trixi wants to do.
So we’re clear? No coordination and barely athletic. This should be interesting as all hell, really.
Or at least entertaining for those who decide to make popcorn and watch.
Why do I do this kinda stuff? Roller skating. Pole sports. Hula hoop. Belly dancing. Inversions.
Because I fucking CAN.
Side note: I’d like to be adding FIRE to my hooping skills next summer. Serious. One thing at a time, however. I know this…
Look. I’ve said it before. I’ll say it again: I have come to terms with my own mortality. I will eventually die. Before that? My body will probably fight me when I want to move. So I’m doing fun stuff NOW.
Yeah, it IS scary. Yes, I could get hurt. I may never be good-enough-to-compete. But you know what? It’s still fun! And I can say I can do it.
Besides. It is kinda fun as hell to watch mouths drop when I say I want to learn this or that. I giggle inside a little.
I mean there’s more to it than me just laughing at you for being too scared to try something new. There really is! And while the entire telling of it is much longer than I care to share, a big part of it is just that I do it for me…and because I’m fighting.
Speaking of fighting…anyone know of a kickboxing venue here in town? I’m thinking that’ll be on my list this year yet…
For now? For now I’m off to finish another class.
Catch y’all on the flip