Friday night ended up being a girls' night with lots of scrumptious (and healthy) treats.
Emma, Cherese, Alexis, Claire, Frances, and Karin
And then there was some more relaxing (because we took over a friend's hot tub. Yea for his awesome roommates who served us delicious beer).
And then it was time to get serious. The thought which got me through all last week... SUN!
Yes, I am white. But I'm not really THAT white; these are the effects of instagramming with some zombie effect (or at least that's what Frances said). This was also taken at about 11:00 am... we ended up being outside from about 9:30 am to 4:00 pm doing absolutely nothing except a little yoga, sunscreen application, moving from towel, to chairs, to towel, and refilling waters.
And then the Bolo Ball! Some of our delightful alumni put on a dinner/auction/concert as a fundraiser for the track team (the track coach shares office space in our cozy little home). So after a few hours in the sun (and NO instagramming) I went from the above.. to this:
And although by the end of the evening I was more than a bit drunk, I, fortunately, have lovely friends who take very good care of me. So when I say, "where are we going again?" they say, "to get you food." Oh yes, thank you very much. And when we get home and I realize I'm wearing Franny's boots and they are too tight I can say, "Take my boots off." Ta-Da!
Of course there are good things and bad things about a leisurely life in the sun, like having too much time to think. When there is that much sun, sweat, and contemplation things are bound to happen.
One being landing upon a course of action and following through. Action and adventure and awkwardness is what I've been working on these past few years, but I still don't always leap fearlessly. And sometimes finding a voice means telling most of the voices to shut the hell up so you can listen to what matters, except the voices all seem to have very valid and logical arguments.
Unfortunately, unlike other courses of action I have made in my "This is the novel of your life" momentum, I didn't get that delightful relief of knowing I could proceed with my life. Instead I felt even worse. Which I suppose is the indication I didn't actually do what I meant to.
So that leads to more contemplation (with a slight hangover).
But there are cures for over thinking. Like going hiking in the blistering heat in a bikini.
That is Henny, Frances' darling dear.
And then going for delicious food because you couldn't eat before the cathartic hike.
Intrepid Hikers: Frances, me, Katie, and Emma behind the camera.
The good news is I eventually got my words just what I meant them to be (with a lot of help from the universe). And I'm feeling so much better. And, this, this helps:
My life. Holy shite. This is my life. Even with my mottos and goals.. why is it so easy to forget THIS is what I'm doing with my time? Delicious ambiguity, indeed. Make sure in all the unknown, however, you're still doing what you're doing for you. This Is IT.
Is what you said today what you'd have wanted to say if you weren't here tomorrow?