Today I am thankful that I have discovered that I don’t like Pilates mat classes. I tried them, to implement one of my 2012 intentions, and I don’t like them. They bore me. They annoy me. I am too old and too accomplished to do leg lifts of any description, or “little pulses.” I think my body would respond very well to these classes and I would look more lithe and sculpted. And I don’t give a fig. I’d rather be a little dumpier and move my body in a way that’s more enjoyable and more meaningful to me. That is what I am thankful for.
So what about my other 11 intentions for the year?
Well, 1-3 are hard to quantify and in some ways a daily challenge and in some ways ever-present background noise. My tumult over an acquaintance’s lucky pregnancy isn’t really in line with #1 Don’t Fight Lucky Strangers, but I rebounded rather more quickly than I thought. I’ll be fine as long as I avoid her in thought and in life, and happily it’s pretty easy to do that.
#2 Be Brave, #4 Write a book, #7 Take up Space: I think of those together, because I am having to be very brave to write this book I’m working on. I have spent a lot of time and energy not being a writer, and running far and fast away from this thing I love and am better at than most people (I mean my professional writing, not my blogging). And, on Feb. 1, I put down the first words for this book — 567 of them. This book is 3/4ths a collection of things that have already been written, by me, my co-author, or our colleagues have written. I’m as much a curator as a co-author. But you know what? Those words aren’t going to arrange themselves. And usually what’s already been written is 100 words when 1000 are needed. So what I’m doing is hard. And I’m doing it. Every morning I spent between two and four hours writing new things or finding the right things that are already composed, and figuring out what else I need to know and how I’m going to learn it. And I’m loving it. I am being brave about it. I’m not going to stop till the damn thing is done, either. I’m not daunted at the moment by how far I am from the ending, or the fact that I have no idea how the last two chapters are going to come together or when. I’ll know when I get there.
One of my bosses — the one who frustrates the hell out of me — seems to have a very narrow idea of what I can do, and always seems to want to keep me in my place. I heard someone at a meeting use the phrase “everyone needs to swim in their own lane,” and I thought, “Yes, she just wants me to swim in my own lane, but the nature of my job is to be all over the pool.” But this book demands a lot of focus and determination. So I found photos of Michael Phelps and Dara Torres and hung them next to my desk. If I have to swim in my own lane, I’m going to swim like they do. They stay in their own lanes, but own that damn lane, and usually the rest of the pool. So I’m staying in my own lane and taking up space at the same time.
#3. Be present in what I have, and balance that with staying open and welcoming miracles. Well, that’s the challenge of my life, isn’t it? I do notice that I am more inclined to smile and people on the street, and, now that we have a dog, I have a newfound feeling of affection for all the dogs I see. Surely that’s a sign of something.
#5 Meditate 10-15 minutes a day at work. So far, I’ve done 5 minutes a day more often than not — which is a very good start, I think. I get so excited about my book work in the morning that I don’t want to stop and meditate. I probably should. Usually around 11 or 11:30 I find myself straying from my work to noodle on the internet. Meditation would be better.
#6. Be harder on my body. This isn’t any easier than it’s ever been. My favorite class is on Thursday nights: for the previous two and next four Thursday nights, my time is otherwise spoken for. But I did try Pilates mat, and last week I changed clothes in my office, put a “do not disturb” post-it on the door and did half an hour of yoga right there next to my desk. Now that I’m not doing yoga every day, I enjoy it so much more when I do practice. Meanwhile, I love, love, love reading Fit and Feminist, (which I found via Already Pretty, which is the source of most of my great blog finds and it itself an amazing blog) I believe that being exposed to that conversation will, somehow, help. And F&F has such a nice post today about Madonna and not disappearing (I’m soft on Madonna — she was the soundtrack of so much fun in the late 1980s and early 1990s.).
#8. Move to France (sartorially). I bought a dress with glitter on it. I can’t claim victory here. And lingerie buying will have to wait until my dragon-like credit card balance is a more manageable lizard. In the meantime, I’ll point you to someone who actually did move to France, some 20 years ago. I love this post on Another Garcon, which I found thanks to Deja Pseu at Une femme d’un certain age. I especially love the piles of bags and papers and whatnot under the bookshelves. That is, and always will be, the signature characteristic of any home I share with Daniel.
#9. Date again (Daniel). Nope, nothing here. Between Daniel’s recovery from surgery and his travel, we’re not making time for each other and it shows. Daniel is being very dear and very strong and struggling with post-surgery blues (which he recognizes are post-surgery blues) and with changing his disastrous eating habits, which is analogous to giving up smoking for him. He’s tired and so am I. But if we wait till we aren’t tired, we’ll be waiting forever.
#10. Let Daniel have his own feelings, even if they make me uncomfortable. Could you do me a favor and go back to the top of the list where I talk about all the great progress I’ve made? To be fair to myself, I haven’t had many occasions to rise to this challenge, because Daniel and I haven’t been very quarrelsome. When we did quarrel a few nights ago, I thought Daniel was being really unfair to me, and it’s hard to let him have his feelings when he’s angry for things that have nothing to do with me, yet directing his anger at me. When he fusses at me because I ask him to do too much, or when I fuss at him because the kitchen counter is an impenetrable mess of newspapers, magazines, bills-about-to-get-lost, backpacks, wrappers, and crumbs (you’d fuss too, right?), what we are fighting about isn’t the request or the counter but something else that’s making us feel so unbalanced that the request or the counter is absolutely more than we can take. That’s the fight we had a few nights ago.
#11. Give money to Yoga Activist. Another not-yet-success. Expensive dentist appointments, unexpected household bills, no financial discipline during Daniel’s hospitalization and recovery. I haven’t given money to our synagogue to make repairs to the Torah scrolls, nor to the charity that Lena’s family designated for donations in her memory. Those are the first places my donations will go when I’m out of credit card debt.
#12. Learn to poach an egg. Done!