Learning to fly

Last February, Yuki asked if I would be interested in trying an aerial silks class with her.  I was in the midst of a fresh and devastating break up, and willing to do just about anything that seemed difficult and positive, so I said yes.  We signed up for a 3 intro class package and started on March 15th. 

My arms were so sore the day after the first class that I could barely lift my backpack and it hurt to open doors.  I checked in with Yuki, and she said she couldn't raise her arms up all the way.  :) We could barely hang on to the silks our first night, much less climb them, but we were hooked. 

A little over a year later, I'm still pretty clumsy, but I'm learning to fly... 

P.S. The last item on the board in the bottom left corner of this photo says, "Be sassy AF".  :) 

Creative self portrait 2

Here's number 1  ...which, in retrospect, is a bit more revealing than I meant it to be.  

  

Right now, I'm sitting at my little chrome sided dining room table listening to an old Sony stereo system that I got, like, a million years ago.  It has 3 CDs in the 3 disc changer (that I may never be able to get out because the tray gets jammed).  The 3 CDs are: Alex Kelly/Solos, Carla Bruni - the one with J'en connais, and a Stan Getz and Joao Gilberto collection.  I had to listen to them to find out.  

I'm eating a pasta that I made from a YouTube video where a guy recreates dishes he's seen in movies.  The pasta I made is good, but I'm pretty sure I did something wrong and that it's supposed to be considerably better than it is... c'est la vie.  

A good friend of mine gave me a deck of TruthBombs as a belated birthday gift.  The one I'm looking at right now says, "Admit to what you feel greedy about.  It will point to your most tender desire."