Sappiness ahead- Its no real secret that this has been a difficult year- not only for me, but for so many of you, from what I read every day. Everything I love has had such an element of suck from mental, physical or mortal defect. Getting out of bed is harder and harder when you can no longer look forward to those things that used to nourish you. No longer call some people even though your heart is dying for it. I know it is the lack of serotonin talking though- the one good thing about my brain is that is does not fall victim to itself. It is forever a rational, literal creature. All that being said, there are so many things to be grateful for: The random text messages (drunk or sober... but honesty forces me to say that the drunk texts are epic. Shine on you crazy diamonds) My insomnia support. I dont know if we keep each other awake or calm each other down. Either way- thank you. My training partners for making certain I never ever will be unscathed again ever. What time I get on the mats is amazing, even if yall give me split ends. Miss Sandy for forcing the Highland Dance technique, even though anything more than barre work right now is a living hell. She is there through Hell and back. She even kept the souvenir pitchfork to work my left hip turn-out. My Thursday Bellydance crew. The Experienced but Remedial work is perfect, even if my hips are rusty. I am certain I will be smacked back into shimmy shape in no time. Everyone that stuck with me through reading the damned Gita for my RYT-200. I trust you will be there when I delve into the Vedas for the RYT-500. Or not. I am not attached to it. Or maybe I am attached to it. Either way, do not disappoint me. My gratefulness that I reconnected with my cousins, Scott and Ashley via the wonders of the Interwebs. My Mommy- Miss Jeannie- for always being there, no matter what happens between my ears. She is the most wonderful, hilarious, fun person I know. And I feel bad for all of yall that dont have her as a mommy and margarita sister. You are missing out on the shenanigans. But, to defend her honor- I will say that she raised me better than I act like. Above all else: I am grateful that my Dad is not on Facebook.
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 18:31:43 +0000
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