Every Friday I will wake up at 5am, put myself at my desk, and write about the first five things that pop into my head. An effort to make sure I post something at least once a week. If you want to write you should write.
1. This post is going to be quick and dirty because in the next 60 minutes I need to pack, set my cat's thyroid pills out on the table, eat something, take my trash out, caffeinate, dry my hair, and head to South Station so I can be on my way to MAINE. Oh thank goodness for Maine. Portland, to be specific. My plans include lunch at Eventide Oyster Co. by myself so I can introvert (it's a verb now) and think and put too much horseradish on everything, and then I'm off to time spend with two of the most wonderful children in New England and their family. To the right: the three of us the last time I visited. One branch of my father's side of the family lives in Maine. These are my cousin's children. I adore them. I cannot wait to see them. And their parents, aunt, grandparents, and dog. My heart might burst.
2. One of my co-workers mentioned last week in passing that the first thing she does every morning when she wakes up is drink a large glass of water. Before she even gets out of bed! This blew my mind, so I tried doing it every single morning this week and I have to say, it did make me feel better. At least physically. A little hydration and self-care before your feet even hit the floor sets a good tone for the day. I will keep on doing this.
3. I took a few days off from Facebook this week. I just felt like I should have some space from it and try using it less. It was anticlimactic. I didn't feel all that different. I also realized how many of my friendships and relationships are Facebook-based, and I genuinely missed people. I don't know how I feel about this. Is Facebook evil? Is it ruining genuine friendships or sustaining them? I wonder if when the telephone was still a somewhat new invention if people asked themselves, "Is the telephone evil? Should I get a handle on my use and really try to write letters to my friends more often instead of relying on this technology?"
4. This soup is happening for me on Sunday afternoon. How simple and delicious does that sound? I love anything with white beans in it.
5. I don't even know what to say about the BodyJam class I taught last night. I realize I am paid to teach and I'm there to serve the participants and ensure that they get a great workout, but sometimes I feel like I should be paying the gym and not vice versa. I believe I gave my crew a good and safe workout last night, but there was something about this class that was also so special to ME. Maybe it was the people in the room, maybe it was the music, maybe it was the time in the week (maybe it's almost my time of the month?), but I really never wanted it to end and I felt lighter than I had in weeks when it was over. Sometimes I feel shy about how much teaching BodyJam means to me. It's a simple 55-minute cardio dance class, but it is is like the savior that keeps on saving. I don't know what I'd do without it. I hope the people who take my classes know how spectacular I think they are and how much teaching them means to me.
Okay. I'm going to Maine now. Everyone have a nice weekend. Bye.