Hello friends,
This morning I realized it was March 1 and felt surprised, like it had crept up on me somehow, and I’m for sure that that’s not right, given that I had a whole extra day this year to get ready for the end of February. (Leap Day Williams, anyone?)
My new daily habit for March is “move my body,” and as fate would have it, our friend from Atlanta is in town and wanted to meet for an early coffee at a place just around the corner. “Perfect,” I thought, “look how I’m getting a jump on my habit!”
There are two workshops in March: It Starts With You: Repair After Shattering, and Get Your Kinks Out: Planning Kink Scenes: A cheat sheet. I’d love to have you join me. (Sneak peek at what’s coming up later this year right here.)
My partner and I put on jackets, took the elevator downstairs, and I grabbed her hand as we headed out of the building towards the coffee shop. I was instantly confronted with an uphill climb. You might not know that this past year I’ve lost a little more ability in my left knee. I’ve acquired a “very cool, robust” walking stick that kind of looks like a ski pole. It’s meant for hiking, but I use it for city walking knee support up/down stairs and hills, except today, because I left it at home. And then the coffee shop wasn’t where I had imagined it was - it was further up the incline. So by the time we got there, I was out of breath and in pain, feeling grumbly about my ability to walk, and totally annoyed I’d forgotten my very cool, totally virile, not-cane.
So this is day one. I’m almost done being mad.
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