Waffler/Procrastinator Extraordinaire

Today was a (mostly) day off. As such, I was going to use it for lots of things. But mostly for writing an essay for entrance into grad school in London.

Does it surprise anyone that I've found ways of dancing around the actual writing of said essay all day long by running errands, and for the past hour by reading related materials online? And now I have to go walk the dog and eat dinner before work?

I'm still deciding if I even want to do this program. Actually, no. That's not true. I'd love to do it. But I'm still deciding if it's what I want and need Right Now. And I'm using that as an excuse to not even try. Lame, lame, lame.

It's a M.A. in Applied Drama: Theatre in Educational, Community, and Social Contexts, by the way. At Goldsmith's College. For this fall. Go figure.

In other news, Rob Brezny had yet more words of wisdom for me today... Argh. When will he stop being so relevant?!

No pain no gain

I have bruises the size of small island nations on the backs of my knees.  Such is the price one pays for aerial classes (that and a hundred odd bucks).  It's nice to have a scheduled activity like this twice a week, especially since it's a skill I want to learn, but I'm early enough in the process now that it's still Really Frustrating.  I feel clumsy and awkward and weak on the trapeze in particular, and when your forearms are aching after the first five minutes of an hour-long class, making it near-impossible to hold yourself up on the ropes, it's a little discouraging to say the least.

So now my challenge is to channel that frustration into determination, and start doing conditioning on my own time.  Hanging from monkey bars at the playground, press-ups and V-sits at home, working one of those little squeezy-grippy things you can get at Target... these will make up the humble beginnings of my regimen.  And if I don't start seeing some results in the next couple of weeks... well, I guess I'll just keep working.

I know, I know...

I've been crap about blogging.  But... WHAT TO WRITE?!  I don't know.  Life is constantly oscillating between epic and mundane, and I'm also mid-existential crisis ALL THE TIME.

I also have a CAPS-LOCK FIXATION.

But seriously... I know I've been bad about blogging.  Truth be told, it would probably be good for me to write more often, because it would force me to articulate all that's going on within and without me these days, and perhaps yield some answers (! wishful thinking alert!) about where I am, and where I'm going and where I want to be.

(.... Tall order.  You see why I've been having trouble figuring out what to write?)

But regardless... I should try.  It will do me good.  So I hereby usher in a new age of blogging, wherein I will write often, articulately, and well.  And in a timely fashion.

Starting tomorrow.