Earthquakes aside...
The last few weeks have been a whirlwind. I went to NY, then Boston, then home, then attempted to put my nose to the grindstone. Joined the Y (love it!), started an exercise program (6 days a week!) and committed to running the Lake Tahoe Half Marathon in late September.
Aaron joined the Culver City basketball league. I saw my oldest friend Chelsea (24 years and counting!) and made some preliminary plans to purchase yet another car.
Wait, am I leaving out Joshua Tree? or did I already write about it? We went camping there, two nights. First night: Jumbo Rocks, site 13, set back from the rode with a huge mountain to the north that the moon rose over, majestically. Second night, site 16 at Hidden Valley. A gorgeous, very private campsite with tons of rockclimbing, a beautifully flat and romantic tent side and many, many bees.
Returned from JT ready to rock LA but found ourselves discouraged again by Wednesday. Why is it so hard to keep that magical camping feeling throughout the rest of our lives? That feeling that life isn’t that complicated after all.
And finally, we’ve been meeting with an amazing counselor, Randi, to work on processing our grief and shock about our move from New York and everything that precipitated it and are learning really, really valuable things about things we never even planned to talk about.
I love LA, I hate LA, I love LA, I hate LA.
Yesterday I spent the whole day at the Western Conference Track meet where my cousin Cait qualified for regionals and came in 4th overall for Triple Jump. I loved every minute of it and wished I could have triple-jumped back in time to the beginning of college and have made the wise decision to play a sport. In the end, I just think I would have gotten more out of school that way…
Ah well.
More Mairead, Molly, Martin and Mrs. McGovern time today, which is always fun. Chrissy is another “old” friend, 13 years and counting (give or take) and I love how BOLD Molly is. What do bold girls get, Molly? Nothing.
I’m forgetting one other important event. I watched The Business of Being Born, a documentary about “normal birth”, or birth without tons of medical, pharmaceutical and surgical intervention and it made me so high and excited about giving birth I couldn’t sleep the rest of the night. Netflix offers it “instantly” and I highly recommend it. I had never seen a baby born before and certainly never imagined it could be like that.
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