This is the silliest post, but last night in lyra class I impressed myself. I had slid out of the hoop and was hanging from the top bar when I realized I needed to get back up. My brain immediately thought, 'Too late. You're going to have to drop down.' But I tried pulling myself back up and holy shit - I could do it. Effortlessly. I realized that it was a pull up I had just done, and those are what I've been practicing at home. Holy shit - I could actually do them now.
On my way home from painting scenery for the Orlando Opera showing of Macbeth and sets for the Orlando ballet performance of Romeo and Juliet with Amanda. I meant Amanda painting haunted houses with Mikayla, and then the three of us went kayaking, along with her friend Matt and the guy she was dating at the time. Having the opportunity to paint sets and shows has been such a soul opener and a game changer. I'm doing things I really enjoy doing and have been wanting to do for years, if not a decade at this point. With people I really enjoy and who make me feel happy. It feels low stress but high reward. I hope the doors continue to open and I'm able to keep doing this. Separately, at work today I wrote a new script for the silly little new rocket launch videos in the courtyard by the gift shop, and my boss approved it on the first draft. She said it was really good. This felt like a win even though it was so small (it was only one page) because I struggled with it. It's...
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