Got a message yesterday that made me giggle…”I am a closet crossfit girl…It comforts me to know someone else is having trouble with sanity on certain days.” I’m so glad that I can help! I’ve got your back on this one, I’ve got a long list of crazy that we can whip out at any moment in time.
Just just a taste of the crazy in last few hours…
- Number of page views on this silly blog not counting my own – 1075 last I checked.
Holy cats! That seems like a lot of hits for this drivel. I used to write. I used to be decent enough at it that authors would ask about me writing books. I quit writing about four years ago. I was hoping that writing again would be like riding a bike – that I’ll be able to get back and just ride (or in this case, just write). It doesn’t feel that way though. Writing again feels good. It also feels like I’m using part of my brain that I let atrophy for a long time and I’m out of practice. All I can say is I hope I’ll get better at it again.
- Not feeling “right” until you’ve lifted a ton of weight overhead ( as in at least 2000 lbs).
45 reps of 55 pound snatches this morning or a total of 2,475 pounds. I cannot believe I’ve become addicted to lifting weights. Maybe its the ability to quantify precise improvements with the pounds on the bar that appeals to my geeky engineer side. Maybe its the endorphin hit of lifting heavy things. Maybe its the tactile feel of the bar between my hands. Maybe its that good kind of sore feeling I get afterwards. OK, maybe its not really sore but the good kind of pain that reminds me that I am still alive when really it could have gone either way in the accident.
- Conversations with my mother about naming chickens and which rooster will get to live and which one will be dinner.
My sister’s chicken flock is now about a dozen. One chicken is named Goldylocks.
And that’s just the most recent crazy. Let me know when you need to feel more sane in this crazy world and I’ll be happy to help! One person’s craziness is another person’s reality and most of the time for me, crazy comes from the love of it first.
“We danced too wild, and we sang too long, and we hugged too hard, and we kissed too sweet, and howled just as loud as we wanted to howl, because by now we were all old enough to know that what looks like crazy on an ordinary day looks a lot like love if you catch it in the moonlight.” – Pearl Cleage