Beatings and Belly Jelly

       Losing one's place on the road of ordinary life can be somewhat discouraging for a person like Moi. The point of dreaming is to keep a person side stepping all that can feel unbelievably mundane. I wouldn't classify myself as the type who either reaches or creates drama in my life. I have no need for drama inflicted fascinations in my world. Just the opposite actually, I harbor the beauty of calmness and add shots worth of extraordinary as often as possible.

       Playing things safe and adding excitement and exhilaration is a fine art I've attempted to establish for quite some time now. As detestable as it is for me to admit, I can claim becoming bored fairly easily. This is not the part where I fall into the trap of creating drama around me, actually, this is the time when I toss something new on my plate. My latest quest of adding excitement, I've joined a boxing club. Thats right, let the beatings begin. If I ever end up with a beautiful shiner, I'll make sure and capture it's award on film and post for others delight.

       I don't want to stand on the platform of the end of my life, wishing I had tried this or that. The golf thing was just a miner sidestep, my attempt at ridiculous social fitting in with the other social occupants of my daily life. Whacking the ball was fine enough, but a bit too stationary for the likes of my aggressive competitive nature. Besides, who wants to play a sport where my chest is topic for the men....

       Safe guarded boxing seems a bit more up my alley. Hopefully having a nonexistent chest isn't an issue, the only thing I can see is less padding in that region. I start next week, reports to follow~~ With my luck, they'll tell me the only thing I can wallop on is a stuffed bag :o) I sinfully admit, I want to connect with some flesh.......

       I did find a place that teaches belly dancing, thats another thing I've wanted to try out. Hasn't everyone been fascinated at one time or another with how those ladies can move certain muscles in their body? I have been, so when I'm telling the story of my life to my grandchildren I want to show them old Grandma knows how to do the wave with her belly jelly~ 

       It's to easy to get safe inside my shell. It's a trap I have found myself wallowing in from time to time and I become really unhappy with same old, same old. I know thats just a thing called life, but I suppose with the ability to walk out the door, I also hold the ability to spice things up. On my own accord, my own free will, my choice.

       The great thing, is that my shadow follows along beside me. Watching, laughing, berating, smiling, the constant companion. Staying in touch, with both the private slinking around person inside me and the woman who wants to shine to not only herself, but the whole damn world, is a balancing act I gladly take on.

       When I'm governed by my own choices, the expectations I have in my life can be as grand or as small as I'm willing to risk. We all wake up the same, we all have the same amount of minutes in a day and we all have the chance to reach out and create whatever we feel like building around ourselves. Isn't that the divine part of that thing we call life?

Let the beatings and the belly jelly wave commence~~~~~~

Of course, I'll never give up the most glorious sport I have. Fly Fishing~~

This summer on the Madison River. Squinting into the blaring sun :o)