A lesson in biology
While B. took the dogs for a run this morning, I went for a run by myself at Seward Park. When I finished, Lance Armstrong’s voice came through the earphones. “Congratulations, you've just set a new record for your personal best mile.” It was 10 minutes something. The audio comments from Nike+ are a bit cheesy, but I like things like that.
I meant to write my Epistemology paper today, which—to my detriment?—is not due until Friday. However, I found out my stylist had an opening this afternoon, so decided to get my hair cut. She asked how school was going. “Good. I have a paper I need to write today.” She just started laughing. “You’ve got a paper to write, so you’re getting your haircut? I perfectly understand.”
It felt good that she laughed at the difficulty I have being me. If it’s not something that I can change anytime soon, I might as well embrace it and laugh at the fact that’s just the way I work.
We did have a very good conversation about how people can inherit knowledge, values, and beliefs, which I think will help me when I sit down to write my paper.
I love my haircut! Roxanne did a fabulous job (she always does--she's got a real gift). It’s sassy, playful, and makes me feel more confident. (Let’s hope that lasts…). Afterwards, I felt great. B. and I met downtown for drinks and then decided to go play a couple of games at GameWorks.
We played a Harley Davidson game, where you "ride" an actual motorcycle. It was a bit too realistic. I was reminded just how much my biology has been affected by the series of car accidents I've been in. Playing this silly game—and crashing numerous times—was enough to give me a pretty severe anxiety attack. From a freaking video game!!! You’ve got to be kidding! B. laughed a little and smiled at me sweetly. I sat back and watched while he used the remainder of our tokens. At least he knows that the anxiety is something that is very real for me and causes a physical response. He saw it. And he was very understanding in getting us home and trying to help me relax a bit. Thank you my sweet.
I meant to write my Epistemology paper today, which—to my detriment?—is not due until Friday. However, I found out my stylist had an opening this afternoon, so decided to get my hair cut. She asked how school was going. “Good. I have a paper I need to write today.” She just started laughing. “You’ve got a paper to write, so you’re getting your haircut? I perfectly understand.”
It felt good that she laughed at the difficulty I have being me. If it’s not something that I can change anytime soon, I might as well embrace it and laugh at the fact that’s just the way I work.
We did have a very good conversation about how people can inherit knowledge, values, and beliefs, which I think will help me when I sit down to write my paper.I love my haircut! Roxanne did a fabulous job (she always does--she's got a real gift). It’s sassy, playful, and makes me feel more confident. (Let’s hope that lasts…). Afterwards, I felt great. B. and I met downtown for drinks and then decided to go play a couple of games at GameWorks.
We played a Harley Davidson game, where you "ride" an actual motorcycle. It was a bit too realistic. I was reminded just how much my biology has been affected by the series of car accidents I've been in. Playing this silly game—and crashing numerous times—was enough to give me a pretty severe anxiety attack. From a freaking video game!!! You’ve got to be kidding! B. laughed a little and smiled at me sweetly. I sat back and watched while he used the remainder of our tokens. At least he knows that the anxiety is something that is very real for me and causes a physical response. He saw it. And he was very understanding in getting us home and trying to help me relax a bit. Thank you my sweet.
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