It seems like every time we do a lot of Russian kettle bell swings in a week at the gym, I end up with a really sore lower back, and it clamps up on pain unexpectedly at times when I bend over, though not every time, of course. Am I perhaps doing them incorrectly? The coaches and owner always approve of my technique and movement. I always check the boxes mentally in what muscles are tight when and whatnot. And they always feel great when doing them. And yet I end up really sore a few days later. Perhaps it is merely that I am doing them right, and so it is easy in the moment for me to do loads of them. Only later do I discover how much work I really did… not sure yet.
At the very least, my pursuit of the Russian language is feeling much better than my body is regarding the Russian kettle bell swings. This pursuit has proven to be surprising, as well, but it is surprisingly fun and delightfully satisfying. No real pains with that bit of Russian. 😛
In middle school, I discovered that my love of stickers could be used I my advantage. I already stuck fruit stickers on me, whenever I peeled them off of my fruit, and the sticker kind of went wherever was most handy on the moment and wouldn’t easily get stuck on something else as I continued moving about in my day. So, that meant usually the backs of my hands or, if in shorts, the tops of my thighs had at least one fruit sticker on any given afternoon. However, I liked the idea of putting stickers in one’s cheek/s, as fellow classmates did (though with normal stickers, not fruit label stickers). And so, I started doing that, too. And then, I started strategically placing the face fruit stickers directly over bad acne spots. I don’t know if others saw through my disguise, but it certainly helped me relax a bit, especially when I looked on the mirror and didn’t see a massive red spot anymore, but a cute fruit sticker instead.
Nowadays, I’m slightly amazed at be fact that the germs of it didn’t freak me out, but I wasn’t so far into the OCD world back then. My body still had much development and hormonal explosions in store for me.
However, I do still stick fruit stickers onto my skin, following my original methods. Today, my arm was closest, so it won, even though it wasn’t the best surface for a sticker to stay stuck. Nonetheless, that persimmon sticker brought me much joy each time I noticed it. There’s something fun in the silliness of having a sticker period, and an extra degree of fun at the fact that it is, of all stickers, a sticker from a piece of fruit.
I love it. And I look forward to many more fruit stickers stuck to my body parts in the future. 😛
– In honor of your desired night of spirited gaiety – Also now what is that because it looks aesthetically pleasing
– Frothed, and with the ‘red hot kick’ – Okay wow that actually sounds really good And that’s despite my deep-seated trauma with fireball – Well, it wasn’t even technically name brand Catch Fire, perhaps Haha But it was delightful Oh, and fresh nutmeg on top, because duh – I mean yea if you’re gonna pull out all the stops then you’ve gotta have the nutmeg at that point I am now less triggered since it’s not “real” fireball – Good Because it was good
I love being ridiculous, and I love when ridiculous people join my life.
God, bless the people who are astute and thereby share their love through offering gentle distraction from getting lost in our heads with spiraling worries, when we need it most. You gave me one of those people this week, and it was an utter blessing – thank you. Please, bless him as he blessed me, and then some.
Sometimes, I feel insignificant, unnecessary, unwanted, only loved out of requirement or convenience; merely accepted.
I imagine many people in the world experience this in life, too.
I want to be a source for people always to feel loved fully, wholly, for exactly who they are and exactly who they are not. We are perfectly ourselves, and I am in love with that, in love with each of us, these beautiful blessings of God and the Universe.
My mom and I went to a skatepark yesterday, as a sort of anniversary for when we had gone with my brother and his trick bicycle two years ago, just before the park opened officially. We had done sunrise photos, and they were awesome.
So, now my mom is preparing for a 20-mile ride we’ll do later this month, she rode her bike to the park, we took some fun sunrise photos in the skate park of her on her bike, and then, as I followed her home in the car, I blasted “Eye of the Tiger” with my windows down.
Okay, I give up.
Take me where you want me to be.
Guide me where you need me, guide me where I need to be.
Help me to do what you need me to do,
And help me to do what I am here to do.
Make me ready to do
What I am made to do.
I give up resisting.
I am here.
I am yours.
I love you.
And thank you
We were friends in middle school, and our lives have overlapped ever so slightly, like tiny tangents on a Venn diagram, since we parted ways for different high schools. However, those touches have proven always powerful and impactful.
This time, I didn’t wait for coincidence to bring us to the same place at the same time. I set up a phone call, both to ask a specific question and to hang out and chat. And it was well worth it. We only hung up because I kept yawning so much, and had to be up really early the next morning. Otherwise, we likely would have kept going much longer.
Thank you, God and Universe, for this so unexpected gift. This has been a wonderful blessing to end this day. I didn’t want to be alone today. And so, now, I wasn’t. Thank you.
*Siri said it is actually about 1,639 miles away by car.
Be they great or small, goals can be one of the greatest things in life, both as a pursuit and as an eventual achievement. Tonight, I set a goal of having some of these grain-free cookies I’d never known about until tonight, and I achieved a goal of 500 days in a row on Duolingo. Two seemingly unrelated goals that span the spectrum of goals, yet they bring delight and gratitude to me, as well as encouragement to pursue all my goals.