I’m sorry I haven’t been blogging. It’s been a lot of things: overwhelming family demands (not bad demands, just overwhelming demands), overwhelming work demands (some bad, some just overwhelming), and that weird moment of silence that falls while the votes are being counted on Super Tuesday. One other thing: I signed up for a martial arts class. Hurrah!
I did martial arts for a few years in a time B.C. (before children), but stopped with my first pregnancy. I was never very good, but, oh, how I loved it. My son started a few months ago, and he loves it with the same passion I once felt. I’ve gotten jealous so, on impulse, I went for an introduction adult lesson. It felt so good that it just didn’t matter that I’m in terrible shape. Also, I’ve got a surprising (to me) amount of muscle memory, although I’ll have to lose some of that since this dojo has a different approach from my old one.
I hate exercise just for exercise’s sake. However, there are certain activities I love — swimming, dancing, martial arts — and the exercise, instead of being the boring focus, is a wonderful by-product.
I hope that the coming months see me being in better shape, less stressed, and more cheerful.