Not like that...sheesh. Minds out of the gutter. Pervs. I'm kidding. Come back. Okay. I'm sorry. so sensitive...Anyhoo, there is an awesome article here: http://www.clutchmagonline.com about how the most exceptional and beautiful Misty Copeland has just signed a two book deal. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm very happy for her. But it got me to thinking. If she can be a ballerina and write books, I should be a writer who does...stuff too. I'm almost 99.99999% sure it won't be ballet. Yes, I took two ballet classes when I was eight. I'm not sure what it was in life that prevented me from continuing on the path, but needless to say- at this present time, I'm a little long in the tooth and a lot...thick (yeah that's a good word) in the waist for that sort of thing. I'm also much, much too lazy to even try to pick up ballet (or probably any other kind of dance) at this stage in life. Shut up. I know who I am. I'll own that shit. The point (and yes- there is a point) is that I would like, very much, to become a more physical person.
I'll tell you a secret: for years, I have dreamed of being the chick on the sidewalk in the cute running outfit with the ipod strapped to the arm and the pony-tail swinging. Alas (written as I heave a long sigh), I can't stand being outside. More on that later. So, that's probably not gonna happen. But I really have vowed to at least try to move my body more this year. Cuz as
Idk. Maybe I'll take up speed-walking in the mall with the old people. It could work. Or maybe I'll just wake up one morning with the urge (and some kind of free pass) to hit the gym. Maybe I'll fall in love with a gym rat whose company I enjoy so much I'll accompany him on his workouts and be shamed into participating. I'm going to give it some more thought...while I eat ice cream.