This morning I'm insisting that I write myself out of a fog. If there's anything I've come to appreciate over the past 10 years it's the morning hours. Coffee is sipped and savored, not slurped out of a to-go cup on the way to an o-dark-thirty pre-work workout.
I realized after trying to shove a plate into the toaster oven - instead of the bread - that I have no business near a microphone or a keyboard - unless it's this place. So, here I am! Yay, you! Let the silliness begin!
There aren't any particular thoughts that need to transfer from my crazy headspace to this even crazier blogspace. It's just a happy place: a place to warm up my finger muscles, stretch my thoughts, and limber up some creativity.
So let's catch up.
Last time I was here I mentioned "bows and arrows and shit." Archery, people. My husband wanted to give it a try. The week before, he was getting ready to go up to Denver with his brother to shop for a bow and asked if I wanted to come. Not only do I have zero interest in anything that involves I-25 and driving to Denver, I didn't have the slightest interest in archery. Drudging up horrid memories of gym class in the 70s and 80s I pulled out a quick, instinctive "Nah, I'm good. You all go on with your bad selves." They were gone the whole day, and I spent the day working on my podcast episodes and interviews.
Speaking of interviews, allow me to divert a bit. My husband, AKA "The Enabler," got me into this whole podcasting thing. So by default he gets to hear every last nitnoid detail of my behind-the-mic adventures. Lucky guy. One of these interviews had me a little worried at first due to logistics and the reality that successful Skype connections and audio quality are really just crap-shoots. So when he asked how this interview went, I gushed about how it went very well, how the connection held, and how it was one of the most delightful conversations I ever had with a wine icon. Yes, I said wine icon. So imagine, if you will, the feeling that can only be described as "you've got to be kidding me" when you realize after an otherwise successful interview that your thong panties were on backward the whole time.
It's a moment where you go from high-fiving yourself in your mind to a flat face-palming in the space of five seconds. The positive side is no one will ever know this unless you feel the need to share your assjackery with others. As I recently shared with my dear friend of nearly 50 years, I'm now convinced that starting the day with three cups of coffee, a good workout, and wearing your stretch lace Hanky Panky panties backward are keys to success. Stay tuned for my TED Talk on "Success, Stretch Lace and Superpowers."
Superpowers brings me back to this archery thing. The Enabler found a local archery school that allows veterans to shoot at no cost on some nights, and he wanted to try out his new bow. He seemed pleasantly surprised when I agreed to go with him to the range and give it a try. Hellooooo date night, #AmIRight? Well hold on to your Hanky Pankies because not only did we have a great time, but we ended up taking lessons at the Air Force Academy range the following Saturday, purchasing annual range passes, and enjoying another day of shooting that Sunday.
A week later we endured the shitty drive up I-25 (put down your goddamned phones you stupid, stupid people!) to Denver. Guess who now has her own bow ?! And I'll bet you'll never guess who has a custom PINK soft case on order and asked for PINK arrows.
The Enabler strikes again.
Can I just say, the sport is relaxing, meditative, and quite zen, especially in the beautiful wooded mountain setting of the Air Force Academy? The only thing piercing the silence is the soft swish of the release and the thwack of an arrow on the target (or tree, or wherever mine end up), and my occasional swearing. For the most part, we had the ranges to ourselves two Sundays in a row. Although I'm thoroughly enjoying it, I clearly have more to learn.
As I allow these thoughts to loosely tumble out of my fluffy brain onto the keyboard I can feel the fog lifting. My day of writing and audio editing is coming into focus. The sound of the dishwasher and clothes dryer are slowly pulling me back toward motivation of accomplishing a quite a few things today.
Thank you for allowing me to clear my head, tell some tales, and just be. I hope you're finding your superpowers and pleasure in the smallest things this summer.
Peace, love, and arrows ~
I realized after trying to shove a plate into the toaster oven - instead of the bread - that I have no business near a microphone or a keyboard - unless it's this place. So, here I am! Yay, you! Let the silliness begin!
There aren't any particular thoughts that need to transfer from my crazy headspace to this even crazier blogspace. It's just a happy place: a place to warm up my finger muscles, stretch my thoughts, and limber up some creativity.
So let's catch up.
Last time I was here I mentioned "bows and arrows and shit." Archery, people. My husband wanted to give it a try. The week before, he was getting ready to go up to Denver with his brother to shop for a bow and asked if I wanted to come. Not only do I have zero interest in anything that involves I-25 and driving to Denver, I didn't have the slightest interest in archery. Drudging up horrid memories of gym class in the 70s and 80s I pulled out a quick, instinctive "Nah, I'm good. You all go on with your bad selves." They were gone the whole day, and I spent the day working on my podcast episodes and interviews.
Speaking of interviews, allow me to divert a bit. My husband, AKA "The Enabler," got me into this whole podcasting thing. So by default he gets to hear every last nitnoid detail of my behind-the-mic adventures. Lucky guy. One of these interviews had me a little worried at first due to logistics and the reality that successful Skype connections and audio quality are really just crap-shoots. So when he asked how this interview went, I gushed about how it went very well, how the connection held, and how it was one of the most delightful conversations I ever had with a wine icon. Yes, I said wine icon. So imagine, if you will, the feeling that can only be described as "you've got to be kidding me" when you realize after an otherwise successful interview that your thong panties were on backward the whole time.
It's a moment where you go from high-fiving yourself in your mind to a flat face-palming in the space of five seconds. The positive side is no one will ever know this unless you feel the need to share your assjackery with others. As I recently shared with my dear friend of nearly 50 years, I'm now convinced that starting the day with three cups of coffee, a good workout, and wearing your stretch lace Hanky Panky panties backward are keys to success. Stay tuned for my TED Talk on "Success, Stretch Lace and Superpowers."
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A week later we endured the shitty drive up I-25 (put down your goddamned phones you stupid, stupid people!) to Denver. Guess who now has her own bow ?! And I'll bet you'll never guess who has a custom PINK soft case on order and asked for PINK arrows.
The Enabler strikes again.
Can I just say, the sport is relaxing, meditative, and quite zen, especially in the beautiful wooded mountain setting of the Air Force Academy? The only thing piercing the silence is the soft swish of the release and the thwack of an arrow on the target (or tree, or wherever mine end up), and my occasional swearing. For the most part, we had the ranges to ourselves two Sundays in a row. Although I'm thoroughly enjoying it, I clearly have more to learn.
As I allow these thoughts to loosely tumble out of my fluffy brain onto the keyboard I can feel the fog lifting. My day of writing and audio editing is coming into focus. The sound of the dishwasher and clothes dryer are slowly pulling me back toward motivation of accomplishing a quite a few things today.
Thank you for allowing me to clear my head, tell some tales, and just be. I hope you're finding your superpowers and pleasure in the smallest things this summer.
Peace, love, and arrows ~
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