I feel very old today.  My body hurts.  I think not practicing trapeze enough
is like a poison that acts only when you don't take it.  On the other hand,
I remember when I was training hard I was sore every single day.  I remember
wondering what it would be like to not always be in pain.  I wonder how much
damage that does in the long run.  I bet yogis don't hurt very often.  I added
dayglow fringe to my skeleton costume for tonight's show.  I'll look like a
psychedellic dead cowgirl.  Using the hot glue gun made me want to create.  I
have a whole list of projects lined up in my head.  There are so many things
to do but here I find myself sitting on the living room floor in my pajamas.
Late morning on a Saturday and now I'm typing while sitting in child's pose.
I read through old email yesterday and felt guilt for every one of them I hadn't
responded to.  I love them all and wish I had the words to express that.  The
other night I forgot to put Morla away before falling asleep.  I remember at
8am when I woke up and was panicked.  I found him quickly, flipped over on
his back with the cat standing over him.  I thought I'd killed him and was
devestated.  I picked him up and he was fine though my instincts to coo at
him and tell him everything was going to be okay still kicked in.  Then I
realized that was probably just scaring him even more so I put him back in his
tank and let him relax.  We are programmed to protect.