It's true. I have become this as of late... meaning I have time to actually write something. See? My kids started school last week. I had so much to accomplish in the time they would be occupied at school, that I decided to move my workout time to the early morning. It was supposed to only be for the two days included in the first week of school, but something took over; a big, feathery, early bird like creature from the lofty branches of the freak tree, sounding a bit like a crazy crow but looking strangely familiar; known to most as four-thirty A.M. Yes. In order to do what it is I need to do before everyone else is up and about, this is the time I must rise.
It has been good. Mostly. Even though all of the cool people are still sleeping at this hour, and in the days of my long past childhood, the television would have been showing a test pattern at this hour.
Yeah, it's cool. Really. It is.
Because... I'll tell ya: I can't believe how much I have been able to accomplish since I have started doing this! I start off each day dancing. Since I've just gotten out of bed; doing this, I look a little like Richard Simmons on crack. And I like it. And... like I have said in the past, it really is for the best that no one sees me dance. It's true. Some people have their ironic glasses and accessories. I have my ironic activities. Still though, It is seriously the only form of exercise that does not become tedious, because I actually sort of have to think about what I'm doing. There is also music; albeit lame dance workout video music, but I live it with. Really, it's just fun.
Oh shit! Does this make me some sort of closeted dance hipster? Here is where I get ridiculously neurotic. Look away. No one should see this.
K. Yeah. I'm over it. I don't care. I dance. I dance at four-thirty in the goddamned morning to lame assed dance videos on netflix that my husband makes fun of... if I choose to do them while he is awake, and you know what? I'm writing about it now, so I must not really care who knows. Or, it's possible that I've lost my filtering ability at this point in the day. After all, I have now been awake for 17 hours.
But I have lost some weight, gone down a couple pants sizes. That's all I care about. Whatevs.
And, OK, yes. It is kind of turning me into an evening zombie. I start to desire a tasty repose right around 7 P.M. I usually completely fizzle out and want to suck my thumb by 9 if I am not already in bed by then.
Early bedtime meltdown aside, it does serve me well in other ways, too, I suppose. It is nice to have all of the preparation stuff out of the way so I can focus on my daily tasks. And right now? I have a lot of them. I am trying to actually get a business off the ground now that I have time during the day to make it work. See? I take pictures. Photographic pictures. And it is time to slap that bitch until she coughs up some scrilla. Yes. Yes it is. Big pimpin'. I do it because it's necessary. As of today, the fruits of my pimping labour have actually scored me some work, so I'll take it.
I do now have a decent-sized studio space, and it will get nicer as time wears on.
In the near future, I will also be joining a friend's team walking in AIDS Walk, Portland! I would love it if people would sponsor me, and/or join us! You don't even have to donate the smallest amount listed. There is a check box for "Other Amount", so even $5, $10, or whatever you can muster would be greatly appreciated!
So, this is what has been going on in my world as of late. I realize it has been quite a while since I have posted anything. It is amazing the amount of energy wrangling a couple monkeys and recharging a business takes! I am so looking forward to the days ahead. And I am sure the amount of time I have to devote to my friends and other parts of my life (that seem to have been neglected lately...) will change as things adjust, I'm sure.