(This message was brought to you by the age 15.)
- I just returned from the grocery store where I narrowly avoided purchasing more cake mix and frosting. Narrowly.
- After a few scant weeks of actual winter weather, I am longing for beach outings, symphony in Central Park, and Bryant Park movies. Or just to sit outside in the sun with a drink in my hand.
- It is perhaps funny, or sad, or both, that I was more achy after my first game of dodgeball last week than I am after working out with my trainer.
- I did some healing work with LK yesterday, which proved to me that being open is not quite the threat that I've always perceived it to be. I've spent a lot of energy trying to protect myself...and it all seems very silly right now.
- A conversation about bedbugs reminded me that it is a huge accomplishment that I've remained relatively clutter-free over the past year in my new apartment. I guess it took losing everything (twice) for me to discern what is necessary.
- Which, lately, is cake and Netflix.
...I thought, yep, this is pretty crazy behavior...
...but at least I'm not strapping on a diaper and driving 900 miles because of "more than a working relationship but less than a romantic one".
(And I got that link by typing 'astronaut diaper' in Google. Heh.)
I’ve been asked to serve as a panelist for a Teen Dating Violence / Teen Sexual Assault conference taking place next week (which is mystifying enough on its own) and I need to prepare a short biography.
Ugh. I hate writing about myself. (I’m also a nervous public speaker, but I’m just going to have to put that aside for the moment. One episode of paranoia at a time, please.)
Maybe I can just send my list of General Interests…or something about how I love long walks on the beach, unicorns, and Precious Moments figurines…my Virgoan astrological profile…a link to this blog?
Because nothing real or professional (or real professional) is coming to mind at the moment.
Or maybe, on the day of, I could just smile, give my name, and ask “How you like me so far?”
Given the reality of my life, I am considering the following alternatives:
Fighting to squeeze into a packed subway car during rush hour.
Worrying about overdue bills.
Observing the extended internal battle between my pragmatism and romanticism.
Lugging work presentation materials all over the Greater New York area.
Devising new and inventive ways to flirt with someone via MySpace.
Competitive grocery shopping an hour before the start of the Superbowl.
Eye-rolling, hair tossing, and fist shaking.