If we were having coffee, I’d be happy to report that my self-imposed political news moratorium has successfully taken effect a few days a week. YAY! AND an off-and-on stressful situation finally reached the level of wave your hands in the air like you don’t care… Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Let’s chat.
Two times in the past few months, I’ve mentioned roller skating, to two different people. Both times, the person I was talking to suggested I take up roller derby.
“What about me says roller derby that two people now have suggested it?” I asked the second person yesterday.
“Well, it would be a good way to get out the anxiety and frustration you feel,” he said.
It’s that obvious?
And I thought I hid it so well.
Of course, neither said anything about it until I mentioned roller skating. But upon mentioning that hobby from my youth, which I still love, both suggested a sport in which I’d wear knee and elbow pads, a helmet, and a grimace as I shoved past other women, perhaps pushing them into and/or over a railing.
I gave this some thought.
I’m a firm believer that when something comes up more than once there’s a reason.
I looked into roller derby in my area. There are teams. I have skates.
Then one of the women who loves it mentioned on the website about the blood. …. … … Oh, no, no, no can do. I could never be a vampire either.
So… maybe the message is to find a way to deal with anxiety and frustration that’s been coming my way, and twas not a message to lace up my skates and pounce.
Well, I could go skating, pleasantly, calmly, in circles, perhaps to the greatest hits of the 80s. That would be relaxing, and wouldn’t involve the blood-induced fainting that’s sure to ensue if I decided to whip it, whip it good.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you the political moratorium I decided to implement last weekend is harder to achieve than one might think. If Crazy doesn’t take a day off, then it’s almost impossible not to hear about it. I’m American, though, and we don’t quit, so I’m going to keep trying ignoring the big orange elephant in the room a couple days a week. Let today be that day…. please….. Oh, first let me offer my prayers because, you know, #LastNightInSweden… … OK. Let’s chat.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I’m just coming to life at 5 p.m. Saturday evening. I’ve been exhausted today. Still wearing my jammies, too. Thankfully, Pandora is playing songs I like to get me jammin’ a bit. I’ll try not to flail too much if my energy rises enough to let my air drumming loose. Let’s chat.