So, I haven't been posting in a few years due to the fact that the tech company I own with my husband has been growing by leaps and bounds and that I have been spending my extra time working on my first novel. Look for that to be published some time next year. :)
But in the meantime, my friend Josh Petrillo has published on his blog a little spoof piece I wrote for him a few years ago. Even if you don't know Josh, you may find it funny. Give it a go.
Wonderbox - The Lost Years
If you are a deep thinker, you may enjoy his blog. And he's a great guy, addiction to Swedish Fish and Mike and Ike's notwithstanding.
As for me, I will be posting more frequently. Twice a week for now. And I may be giving you some sneak peeks at what I have been laboring with for so long. So for the two people who actually read my blog, today's your lucky day. Or not.
See you soon!
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Friday, September 20, 2013
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
An Epic Day
Well, this is an epic day indeed. In fact, it’s starting to look like it might actually be an epic year, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let’s just celebrate the epic-ness that has occurred in the last 24 hours. You see, in the last 24 hours, I have taken one small step for me, one giant leap for changing my life. This is huge, people. What did I do, you ask? Well two things really, both related because they are things I have been afraid of doing. One is something I try to avoid at all costs, and one is something I've been putting off doing. Let’s begin.
Late yesterday afternoon I attended my first Zumba class. While this might not be a big deal for most people, it is a huge victory for me. You see, I have a fear of public exercise. Now, I realize that this is a strange fear for a former dancer to have, so I shall explain my dread of such things. First of all, I am widely considered to be a world-class klutz. Yup, I said it, I’m clumsy. I can’t walk and chew gum, and if you ask my friend Nicole, she will inform you that I can’t walk and talk at the same time either. So aerobics of any kind is challenging because it moves very fast and the moves aren’t broken down before you’re expected to go there. Now, I have attended my fair share of dance classes and that is an environment where you are there to be judged, by the teacher, by your classmates, the whole thing is set up as competition to see who the best dancer will be. So the times that I have taken group exercise classes, this overwhelming feeling of being judged comes over me and it makes me self conscious. I hate that feeling. But yesterday I swallowed my fear and dove into class where I knew no one. And everyone else knew each other. Not only did I make it through, but I was proud of myself for doing so. I conquered my fear.
Then this morning I did something that I have been putting off because I was afraid of failing. I wrote and submitted an article to an online magazine. Now the three of you who read this blog will be surprised that I was afraid to do this, but it’s one thing to write and publish things yourself, and a whole other thing to submit something for someone else’s approval. Plus if I get published, that makes me an official writer, something I’ve always dreamed of doing. The prospect of being rejected scared me. I think I’m a good writer, but someone else telling me I am not is scary. I wrote six articles to submit and deleted them all because they did not sound like me and were so not who I am. And then today, in writing an encouragement for a friend, words simply flowed and I knew instantly that I had written my submission. They don’t have to like it. But at least now I can’t say that I didn’t try.
So when the realization hit me that I had overcome two very big fears in one 24 hour period, I happened to look at the clock. It was 11:11 am on 1-11-11. Wow. This just may be an epic year yet. I’m looking forward to it!
Late yesterday afternoon I attended my first Zumba class. While this might not be a big deal for most people, it is a huge victory for me. You see, I have a fear of public exercise. Now, I realize that this is a strange fear for a former dancer to have, so I shall explain my dread of such things. First of all, I am widely considered to be a world-class klutz. Yup, I said it, I’m clumsy. I can’t walk and chew gum, and if you ask my friend Nicole, she will inform you that I can’t walk and talk at the same time either. So aerobics of any kind is challenging because it moves very fast and the moves aren’t broken down before you’re expected to go there. Now, I have attended my fair share of dance classes and that is an environment where you are there to be judged, by the teacher, by your classmates, the whole thing is set up as competition to see who the best dancer will be. So the times that I have taken group exercise classes, this overwhelming feeling of being judged comes over me and it makes me self conscious. I hate that feeling. But yesterday I swallowed my fear and dove into class where I knew no one. And everyone else knew each other. Not only did I make it through, but I was proud of myself for doing so. I conquered my fear.
Then this morning I did something that I have been putting off because I was afraid of failing. I wrote and submitted an article to an online magazine. Now the three of you who read this blog will be surprised that I was afraid to do this, but it’s one thing to write and publish things yourself, and a whole other thing to submit something for someone else’s approval. Plus if I get published, that makes me an official writer, something I’ve always dreamed of doing. The prospect of being rejected scared me. I think I’m a good writer, but someone else telling me I am not is scary. I wrote six articles to submit and deleted them all because they did not sound like me and were so not who I am. And then today, in writing an encouragement for a friend, words simply flowed and I knew instantly that I had written my submission. They don’t have to like it. But at least now I can’t say that I didn’t try.
So when the realization hit me that I had overcome two very big fears in one 24 hour period, I happened to look at the clock. It was 11:11 am on 1-11-11. Wow. This just may be an epic year yet. I’m looking forward to it!
Friday, August 13, 2010
The Song of the Day....
Recently, my good friend Q and I have instituted a little ritual we refer to as the song of the day. We each take a week and email a song to the other every morning. We try to keep it upbeat and positive, but sometimes it gets a little bit crazy too. Like the day she sent me this completely crazy Irish drinking song. I don't know where she found such a thing, but I still haven't stopped laughing about it. Her song choices tend to be random and come from the craziest places. I tend to send her songs you can dance to. Those are the ones that get me going. And if one or both of us is already having a bad day, well that's when the classic punk rock starts to show up.
The point of this daily exercise is a simple one. To get us through another day. Sometimes the sheer boredom of everyday life can be a trigger for depression, so trying to keep yourself upbeat can be a challenge. But it is the sign of a good friend when you try to keep someone else feeling positive as well. And Q is a good friend. One who will seek out rare songs from your favorite band just to add to your collection. Or get you grooving on a Monday with a little reggae. Our shared love of music bonds us and is one of the reasons we have been friends for so many years.
I don't know how long we will continue to do this. Perhaps until iTunes runs out of music? Regardless, I will look back at all of those emails and smile, because my friend and I have not only bonded over music, but we have linked arms in our shared battle with depression as well. I hope she has enjoyed it as much as I have. And I can't wait for Monday when it is my turn again!!!
The point of this daily exercise is a simple one. To get us through another day. Sometimes the sheer boredom of everyday life can be a trigger for depression, so trying to keep yourself upbeat can be a challenge. But it is the sign of a good friend when you try to keep someone else feeling positive as well. And Q is a good friend. One who will seek out rare songs from your favorite band just to add to your collection. Or get you grooving on a Monday with a little reggae. Our shared love of music bonds us and is one of the reasons we have been friends for so many years.
I don't know how long we will continue to do this. Perhaps until iTunes runs out of music? Regardless, I will look back at all of those emails and smile, because my friend and I have not only bonded over music, but we have linked arms in our shared battle with depression as well. I hope she has enjoyed it as much as I have. And I can't wait for Monday when it is my turn again!!!
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