I need some solace
A place where everything stops
But where nothing stays the same.
I want what I've never known.
What's scary is not knowing if that will be enough
My heart is in another place
Ahead of my logic.
The contradictions of my life are mere presentations of foresight
If only I could know the foreshadowing signs
My life as it will be.
I get bored with regularity
Excited for the new
Ready to continue on forever
but then forever becomes monotonous
and I'm ready to move along.
Next step
getting me where I've always wanted
Where imagination precedes reality.
11/22/2010
11/05/2010
Zumba!
Zumba is the most entertaining aerobics class I have ever taken.
Let me elaborate on my Zumba experience...
Many friends have told me "You gotta try Zumba!" For those of you who have no clue what I am talking about it is an aerobics class which incorporates dancing as the cardio workout.
The stars finally aligned and the opportunity arose for me to take a Zumba class last night. I almost sat at home and ate a pizza, but for whatever reason I got my butt off the couch (well, floor, as my new place is still lacking in furniture).
I arrived right on time. Only one other girl my age was present. Then came in two large people. A married couple, I assume. Good for them for taking control of their health and working out! However, dancing fat people are my weakness.
As soon as the teacher ENTHUSIASTICALLY began the class (seriously, this was a high energy woman) I knew it was over. HOW WAS I NOT GOING TO LAUGH? How do you not laugh at a middle aged overweight male dancing, no, SHAKING HIS HIPS to Rhianna's 'Rude Boy'??? And on top of that, there was not one but TWO middle aged overweight men. One of them was obese.
It was a mentally exhausting workout from trying to look coordinated to holding in my laughter. When I would start to crack I made myself focus on my own dance moves. But then that was just a joke. I felt like I was 14 again and on the cheerleading squad. When I was a cheerleader, I was okay. I didn't look bad, but I didn't look great. I had to work to get those pep rally dance moves down! In 8th grade you want to look good, but I was never quite able to look as cool as most of the other girls when I danced. It took so much effort. Now I just accept the fact that I'm a mediocre dancer. I'm a white girl. I don't care. Now you couldn't pay me to be a cheerleader.
That said, this class gave me flashbacks of that awkward time. But then I would just look around and realize comparatively, I'm not that bad. These classes could be really good for my self esteem. But more importantly, they are great for my personal entertainment. So, I'll be back Zumba.
I'll be back.
Let me elaborate on my Zumba experience...
Many friends have told me "You gotta try Zumba!" For those of you who have no clue what I am talking about it is an aerobics class which incorporates dancing as the cardio workout.
The stars finally aligned and the opportunity arose for me to take a Zumba class last night. I almost sat at home and ate a pizza, but for whatever reason I got my butt off the couch (well, floor, as my new place is still lacking in furniture).
I arrived right on time. Only one other girl my age was present. Then came in two large people. A married couple, I assume. Good for them for taking control of their health and working out! However, dancing fat people are my weakness.
As soon as the teacher ENTHUSIASTICALLY began the class (seriously, this was a high energy woman) I knew it was over. HOW WAS I NOT GOING TO LAUGH? How do you not laugh at a middle aged overweight male dancing, no, SHAKING HIS HIPS to Rhianna's 'Rude Boy'??? And on top of that, there was not one but TWO middle aged overweight men. One of them was obese.
It was a mentally exhausting workout from trying to look coordinated to holding in my laughter. When I would start to crack I made myself focus on my own dance moves. But then that was just a joke. I felt like I was 14 again and on the cheerleading squad. When I was a cheerleader, I was okay. I didn't look bad, but I didn't look great. I had to work to get those pep rally dance moves down! In 8th grade you want to look good, but I was never quite able to look as cool as most of the other girls when I danced. It took so much effort. Now I just accept the fact that I'm a mediocre dancer. I'm a white girl. I don't care. Now you couldn't pay me to be a cheerleader.
That said, this class gave me flashbacks of that awkward time. But then I would just look around and realize comparatively, I'm not that bad. These classes could be really good for my self esteem. But more importantly, they are great for my personal entertainment. So, I'll be back Zumba.
I'll be back.
11/04/2010
Intuition
I had a dream last night
As most nights.
In this dream I had a plan
then woke up
knowing what to do.
I feel on beat
On key
Finally everything is flowing.
Making tangible the ideas stored inside
A time for ruminating
Allowing me to create a step by step guide.
I may not be at the pace of everyone else
My journey is not your own.
Not waiting for perfection
But trusting my intuition.
Soon enough all will see
My mind's eye
The vision I have for me.
As most nights.
In this dream I had a plan
then woke up
knowing what to do.
I feel on beat
On key
Finally everything is flowing.
Making tangible the ideas stored inside
A time for ruminating
Allowing me to create a step by step guide.
I may not be at the pace of everyone else
My journey is not your own.
Not waiting for perfection
But trusting my intuition.
Soon enough all will see
My mind's eye
The vision I have for me.
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