Anybody else throwing a temper tantrum over the weather right now? Because I know I am. My mood is 100% dictated by the forecast and cold bitch has most certainly run her course this season. I swear if it’s not 85 degrees and sunny when I wake up tomorrow I’m probably going to eat an entire French silk pie and then get arrested. That’s how I feel about this winter.
Other than cursing the very planet we inhabit every single day for this latest stretch of rain and misery, I have had an excellent week full of fun good things.
Oh and hey, things do seem to be looking up for the forecast…
My week was full of firsts: first NBA basketball game, first comedy show, first rockwall climb.
I don’t really “do” sports, if you will, but I will do just about anything that involves giant pretzels and/or watching Nelly strut around in a big grey monster sweatsuit like he owns the place.
The comedy show was kind of incredible because we stumbled upon the last two tickets in the city 30 minutes before the show to see a guy we’d never heard of who turns out to be a huge deal. Russell Peters? Anybody? He was news to me but I get why everyone else on earth seems to know and love him. He spent the entire show just making fun of people in the audience and not forgetting a single name. I was at once entertained, impressed and educated–a comic triple threat.
And finally I went indoor rock climbing for work. Once a month we do fun bonding things that generally involve at least a mild threat of loss of limb or life. God bless our trainer who tried very hard to make us bond with team-building activities when all we wanted to do was make fun of each other’s awkward harness situations.
On a seriously disturbing note though, if the rockwall is truly to serve as the metaphor for life (as our trainer so desperately wanted it to in our team building exercises) then I learned that I definitely panic and run (or jump in this case) when I’m inches from reaching a goal. I climbed lots of walls but only hit the goal bar once because while getting there didn’t bother me, once I got to the top all I wanted to do was get down. Very quickly.
This is a 100% accurate description of everything I do from work to relationships. Just when I think I’ve got it, the pressure is too much and I bail or quit. Thank you, rockwall, for being my therapist.
Last night I stayed in like an enormous winner and cried watching Lifetime movies.
Today I had brunch with my friends, an excellent and productive PlateShare board meeting, and a quick visit with this nugget:
I’ll take it, life. I’ll take it all and tap the goal bar. Thanks.