There are many things that I'm into. Spinach smoothies, sunshine, Twilight books (don't hate!). Some interests will last forever: music, window shopping, my good friend and companion (and puppy!), Boston:
....while some ideas are fleeting, like becoming (temporarily) anorexic or deciding to become a geologist.
Most recent obsession?
Running.
If you knew me, or anything about me, this would be your immediate cue to laugh. I've been 5' 9" since my 3rd birthday (or so it feels) and up until recently about 93% of my body mass was strictly arms and legs. I mean, I was ALL limbs: bony knees and all. Was I a basketball player? No. Was I a model? NO. Was I ever a ballerina?? ...........that career ended at the tender age of 5, when my own mother took me out of tumbling class because she couldn't endure another recital of all the other super limber, talented, coordinated girls showing off with their one handed cartwheels and ariels while her daughter, a clumsy string-bean with an afro came out proudly (and flawlessly, might I add) executing somersault after somersault on the red, sticky tumbling mat. She denies it to this day but I know the truth! While I admit that my skills were limited, my technique was PERFECT and I looked damn good in that tutu. Besides, somersaults are way cooler than back hand-springs. You don't see Chuck Noris pointing his toes, prancing around doing split leaps. But you ALWAYS see him using that good, old-fashioned (yet highly effective) "tuck and roll" technique.
Ok, bad analogy. Moving on.
Needless to say, I was never the most coordinated or athletic girl. I can't throw a football (well, I can make it fly through the air but the whole throwing straight thing still mystifies me), I lost two teeth trying to catch a baseball (that's another story entirely), and I had training wheels on my bike until basically last year (ok that's a bit of a stretch). So maybe it was more out of necessity than interest that I found myself much more comfortable drawing, writing, and creating. The smelly costume closet of the drama room was home to me. I didn't necessarily have to use my body to sing (unless it was musical theatre and I assure you my dream of Broadway died out rather quickly as soon as I heard the words "step ball change").
But something has happened within the last few years, that I was completely unaware of until recently. I'VE GROWN INTO MY BODY! Yes I know this usually happens a little earlier for some (ok, most) of us. But I'd rather it happen late than not at all.
Regardless:
My arms and legs are suddenly in proportion with the rest of my body, and I don't feel like an out of control, airborne spaghetti noodle when my legs move faster than a 4.5mph pace. I always wondered what it was like to feel like I actually belonged in my own body! Which begs the question: what else have I been depriving myself of? What else have I told myself I COULDN'T do, but never actually tried? This is not a New Years resolution by any means, but it is high time I go out and try all the things that I've always said "NO" to (within reason, of course: I've never had any success saying "yes" to a hooker. Or a guy at a bar). Why limit myself? 2010 (correctly pronounced "twenty-ten"....look it up) is a year of no limits, more YES's ("yes-es"?), and more balls!!!
...."more guts" may be a better term.
