Work, life and everything in between – Day 15: I take the short route!
Today I intended to go around the sea wall but end up taking the short route around the lagoon, through Stanley Park, walking past English Bay. A frequent path for me. The day is still gorgeous but the energy is not quite there yet. Changing life is exhausting.
My walk takes me to the aquatic centre. I go in and look at the swimmers. There are diving lessons going on as well .
As a teen ager I was dying to take diving lessons. On Sundays I would go to the YWCA and spend the entire afternoon in the pool trying to self teach diving. I made it as far as the Angel dive from the 5 meter board. The entry was not always elegant and more than once, had I not had shoulders strap to my bathing suit, coming out of the pool would have been an embarrassing moment.
I am not sure why I never took lessons. I don’t recall discussing this at great length with my parents. I know I expressed an interest but somehow they did not respond. Perhaps I did not stress it enough. In any case, this was a passion of mine. I loved the beauty and the elegance of the divers.
So, I stand here, taking in the chlorine smell and listening to the echoed sounds of the pool and liking it. Maybe I should take diving lessons? I look around and the eldest student I see is probably fourteen at best! Me at the end of the diving board. That would be a sight!
Nevertheless, I feel I need to do something “physical”. Here is that urge to “do something” again. So hard to stay in the idle mode!
I end up registering for weight lifting classes. I know. Maybe I need to talk about this! Weight lifting is right up there with home cooking, playing piano, writing my book etc….another one of those things I picked up along the way and added to my “to do ” list. So here it is. One off my list. Classes don’t start until next week, so I can face that reality when it hits me; meaning later. You gotta love a life with no deadlines.
I head back home. Before turning in for the night, I call Tem. He is in Montreal, I am in Vancouver. We have known each other for several years and have been in and out of a relationship throughout these years. He truly is an exceptional man and among all the things he is for me, he is an incredible sounding board.
I call him. I am struggling with my need to be productive and purposeful at the same time as my desire to be idle and to find time for all the things I want in my life.
One day I want to be a writer and go away in remote areas and write for days on end, other days I want to be a successful Executive roaming the planet again, sharing time and knowledge.
Talking it over helps me find the balance and keep my perspective, which at the moment, I don’t have., So: not that hard to keep then!
I need to find my way though. Onward to tomorrow.
Today I intended to go around the sea wall but end up taking the short route around the lagoon, through Stanley Park, walking past English Bay. A frequent path for me. The day is still gorgeous but the energy is not quite there yet.
My walk takes me to the aquatic centre. I go in and look at the swimmers. There are diving lessons going on as well .
As a young teen ager I was dying to take diving lessons. On Sundays I would go to the YWCA and spend the entire afternoon in the pool trying to self teach diving. I made it as far as the Angel dive from the 5 meter board. The entry was not always elegant and more than once, had I not had shoulders strap to my bathing suit, coming out of the pool would have been an embarrassing moment.
I am not sure why I never took lessons. I don’t recall discussing this at great length with my parents. I know I expressed an interest but somehow they did not respond. Perhaps I did not stress it enough. In any case, this was a passion of mine. I loved the beauty and the elegance of the divers.
So, I stand here, taking in the chlorine smell and listening to the echoed sounds of the pool and liking it. Maybe I should take diving lessons? I look around and the eldest student I see is probably fourteen at best! Me at the end of the diving board. That would be a sight!
Nevertheless, I feel I need to do something “physical”. Here is that urge to “do something” again. So hard to stay in the idle mode!
I end up registering for weight lifting classes. I know. Maybe I need to talk about this! Weight lifting is right up there with home cooking, playing piano, writing my book etc….another one of those things I picked up along the way and added to my “to do ” list. So here it is. One off my list. Classes don’t start until next week, so I can face that reality when it hits me; meaning later.
I head back home. Before turning in for the night, I call Tem. He is in Montreal, I am in Vancouver. We have known each other for several years and have been in and out of a relationship throughout these years. He truly is an exceptional man and among all the things he is for me, he is an incredible sounding board.
I call him. I am struggling with my need to be productive and purposeful at the same time as my desire to be idle and to find time for all the things I want in my life.
One day I want to be a writer and go away in remote areas and write for days on end, other days I want to be a successful Executive roaming the planet again, sharing time and knowledge.
Talking it over helps me find the balance and keep my perspective, which at the moment, I don’t have., So: not that hard to keep then!
I need to find my way though. Onward to tomorrow.
