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abilouiseI have a theory that the universe only sends me as much business as I can actually handle, in spite of the fact that I think that this theory may be a load of hooey. Since last Saturday, there have been a few well-timed epic snowstorms and client illnesses and reschedulings such that I haven't seen any clients in almost a week. It's been a nice break, quite frankly, even though I love my work and have fun doing massage. My hands have not noticeably improved with the break, furthering my conclusion that massage doesn't hurt my hands, life hurts my hands, regardless of what I do, thought taking better care of them couldn't hurt. Today was the last day of my IAP class, speaking of hand care, and i taught all the fun self-care that I know. We adjourned to the women's bathroom for the part where we alternated heat with cold to increase circulation, and it was fun. It also reinforced the fact that I need to practice what I preach. Also, I'm a bit creaky at it, but teaching was fun, and I want to check out the mysterious teaching track at MTI and see what it would take to get a teaching assistant gig there. It would be combining massage with being more out in the world, interacting with more than one person at a time. I seem to have dropped my doula certification training right now for a little while, but that's ok because I don't have a time limit to finish it in, and it seems like the last thing I need right now is to devote more energy to being professionally nice to one person for pay. I need to branch out some I think. But maybe it's just cabin fever and winter getting to me, making me want to do desperate things to get out of the house. Tonight I sang (and danced to) a chunk of the "Cabin Fever" song from Muppet Treasure Island (ps - only good musical number in the movie) in the kitchen because I knew that Megan was the only one who would get it. I love my house.
Reading the recent bio of Abigail Adams, finding all sorts of similarities in our way of thinking and approach to life and our misplaced feelings of intellectual inferiority compared to the people that we surround ourselves with. I love how people are good at seeing ourselves in any mirror-like object that we find ourselves faced with. I have also made minor life decisions based on horoscopes, which is really more Nancy Reagan. But back to Abigail, when I was in 6th grade, our music teacher picked "Dear Abby" as our 6th grade play that we would act in, and all these people felt the need to say that I should be cast as Abby. I got the very thrilling role of "mail boy" and was the only girl who got to dress in drag, which had advantages because I got to stand on the boy's side during all the musical numbers and schmooze with the boy I had a crush on, all while upsetting our little 6th grade gender binary in a pair of rather cunning britches.
I've been thinking about activities that I used to enjoy but somewhere along the way stopped doing, like swimming and playing music and dancing and most recently I've been thinking about cross country skiing, which my family used to do every winter for a chunk of my life mostly consisting of pre through early adolescence and then abruptly stopped when I hit high school for no particular reason. All of the people skiing down the street this past week have made me jealous -- I'd like to ski down the street! I HATE slogging through snow with my little stump legs; I swear it takes me more energy than it takes other people to walk through the snow, but perhaps I am just more exquisitely lazy than most people. Anyway, my memories of skiing it was so EASY and felt elegant - the opposite of slogging, and I want to do it again. Fortunately, I've been talking about this enough that I seem to be forming concrete plans to head out this weekend and try it. Jake is not used to this version of me that makes plans to go on an outdoor athletic outing and doesn't need to be motivated or anything by him. I just hope I enjoy it as much as I remember.
Reading the recent bio of Abigail Adams, finding all sorts of similarities in our way of thinking and approach to life and our misplaced feelings of intellectual inferiority compared to the people that we surround ourselves with. I love how people are good at seeing ourselves in any mirror-like object that we find ourselves faced with. I have also made minor life decisions based on horoscopes, which is really more Nancy Reagan. But back to Abigail, when I was in 6th grade, our music teacher picked "Dear Abby" as our 6th grade play that we would act in, and all these people felt the need to say that I should be cast as Abby. I got the very thrilling role of "mail boy" and was the only girl who got to dress in drag, which had advantages because I got to stand on the boy's side during all the musical numbers and schmooze with the boy I had a crush on, all while upsetting our little 6th grade gender binary in a pair of rather cunning britches.
I've been thinking about activities that I used to enjoy but somewhere along the way stopped doing, like swimming and playing music and dancing and most recently I've been thinking about cross country skiing, which my family used to do every winter for a chunk of my life mostly consisting of pre through early adolescence and then abruptly stopped when I hit high school for no particular reason. All of the people skiing down the street this past week have made me jealous -- I'd like to ski down the street! I HATE slogging through snow with my little stump legs; I swear it takes me more energy than it takes other people to walk through the snow, but perhaps I am just more exquisitely lazy than most people. Anyway, my memories of skiing it was so EASY and felt elegant - the opposite of slogging, and I want to do it again. Fortunately, I've been talking about this enough that I seem to be forming concrete plans to head out this weekend and try it. Jake is not used to this version of me that makes plans to go on an outdoor athletic outing and doesn't need to be motivated or anything by him. I just hope I enjoy it as much as I remember.
