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9 August, 2011
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Me, Ouch

My baby don’t dance

Continuing the theme of lyrics as post titles…heh.

I don’t dance. And when I do, I shouldn’t. I’m a terrible dancer. I’m the epitome of a white girl when it comes to moving my body. It just doesn’t flow. It doesn’t matter if I’m drunk or sober.

I’ve always been accident-prone. When I was taking psychology classes in university, we took a test to score ourselves on the different types of intelligence (linguistic, logical-mathematical, musical, bodily-kinetic, interpersonal, spacial, intrapersonal ). I scored very low in bodily-kinetic intelligence. My professor theorized that I’m so clumsy because I don’t have a good ability to tell where I am in relation to other objects.

I scored highest on interpersonal and intrapersonal as I recall, which is counter-intuitive but hey; that’s me.

I’ve suspected for a long time that I have a mind-body disconnect. The things I like to do aren’t physical other than riding a motorcycle which is a mix of physical and mental. I know that I’ve always been clumsy; some of my earliest memories are of falling over or being hurt, but I wonder how much the pain I have in my body on a near-constant basis has to do with it? Did I separate myself from my body because of the pain, or am I painful because I’m separated?

Now that I’ve been having this work done on my body to alleviate the pain I wonder if I could have dealt with the issues before they got this bad if I had been paying better attention.

I don’t tend to pay attention to my body unless there’s something wrong with it. It gets me from point A to B, it doesn’t like the sun, I feed it when it’s hungry…but sometimes I have a hard time recognizing it as me. Now that I say it, if sounds really weird – but there you go.

3 August, 2011
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Life, Me, Work

Everything Zen

I bought Zen And The Art Of Making A Living today while I was out picking up a project management book for Paul. It looks interesting and it’s certainly something I need some help and direction with right now.

I was approached today about going back to work  as a financial advisor, though not with any of  the same companies that I’ve worked for. I know what it’ll be like, though. It’s not at all  what I want to do with my life, even in the short term.

I haven’t given up on my old job, but I have ideas about what I’d like to do if that doesn’t work out. Doing some reading and exercises to pin down exactly what I want and how to get there is a great use of my (plentiful) time. And if I do end up going back to my old job this will help me stay focused on where I want that to go.

In the meantime: summer has finally arrived, and the sunshine is very welcome! I’m enjoying the” feeling” of summer; it’s something made up of the sights, sounds, and scents.

I’m still making a conscious effort to keep a cheerful attitude. It gets easier as I go on. It’s also easier to let go of things that make me angry, although now I see that they’re mostly just minor irritations.

This whole “less stress” thing is working out pretty well for me. Everything Zen, indeed.

3 August, 2011
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Cow & Toaster, Motorcycles, Ouch

It’s 3am, I must be lonely…

What was that about being a night owl? I told Paul at twenty after ten that I’d be up to bed in a few minutes.

Quick re-cap of the long weekend: camping trip was fun! We only knew three out of the fifteen or so people who were there, but everyone was really great. It had all the elements of a great camping trip: rain, mud, massive mosquito bites, campfire, s’mores, and lots of stories. The sun came out on the last day; I went through a whole bottle of sunscreen! The communal potluck meals were delicious. It was pretty mellow with dogs, kids, dirt bikes, and good tunes.

Paul and I got to try dirt biking for the first time, thanks to Rob and Janine. Rob had enough extra gear to outfit both me and Paul, and Janine was kind enough to let me use her Yamaha TTR 125. Dirt riding is so different from street though; I had to catch myself to stop from stickng my knee out in the corners!

I narrowly avoided an epic wipe out on a jump, too. That gave every one something to laugh about for awhile, heh. I must have slammed my shoulder into the handlebar or something because I have a nice big bruise. I’ll have to post more about the dirt experience over at the other blog.

I got up sometime around four am to go to the outhouse and I was greeted by a clear, moonless sky just carpeted with stars. It’s the most I’ve seen since we went to Molokai. I stood and stared until I couldn’t stand the mosquitos anymore. There were so many stars that I could only identify two constellations, because I’m not used to seeing so many. That’s kind of sad.

Trigger point therapy is going okay. I’m trying to think of it as “no pain, no gain”.  I have to remember to drink a lot of water to help flush my muscles afterwards. I’m just a little stiff now; a combination of sleeping in a tent, the dirt bike, and the therapy today. It’s just a little more intense than the “good burn” after a workout.

I’ll leave you dreaming, dear readers. I think it’s time for me to go and attempt to sleep.