Recently, I've found myself putting pen to paper much more than fingertips to keyboard. I'm an old school journal keeper at heart, and it's much harder for me to keep up with this online format. I can't get over the fear of putting something too personal "out there" for everyone to see. But in all honesty, who's looking? The handful of people who know about my blog are the people who've probably already heard the personal things I'd be writing about. But the paranoia persists, and I continue to just get over it already.
It seems incredible that summer is, for all intents and purposes, over. Growing up, the fair was always the signal for the end of summertime fun and frolicking. The fair has come and gone, and my yearly funnel cake quota has been met. Sadly it was without my HLM this year, as the scheduling just didn't work out. But there's always next year, or IHOP if we get a hankering for some fried dough before the next fair season. I did have two lovely nights at the fair, the best being the second night. Lady E and I went to see the Bangles perform, and although the Motels were probably a little better, Hoffs and the girls gave us a magical encore. Sitting under the stars with my friend, we've both got a little beer buzz going, listening to "Eternal Flame" as the end of the night fireworks go off behind us. It was like something out of a summer camp movie or a Babysitters Club book.
Work has been keeping me so busy these last few weeks. I'm amazed everyday when I look up and see it's already 3 or 4 in the afternoon. My boss and I have opted to do pilates twice a week, we've both started seeing and feeling the effects and decided to kick up our torture sessions. Actually, it's not all that bad. Some of the exercises leave you battered and bruised, but for the most part it's a fun class. Just as I start to run out of steam, the instructor says the magic words, "this is really great for taking inches off your inner and outer thighs". Suddenly, I experience a surge of energy and can do another set without so much as a hint of pain. It's all about finding the proper motivation and inspiration.
And now for my emotional warm and fuzzy conclusion... A conversation I had recently with a friend really lifted my spirits. Surprisingly touching words from an unexpected source, it was just what I needed. To protect his identity and tough guy image, I won't go into specifics, but I always suspected there was a softy under all that facial hair.
