-I laughed for hours with my family
-Shared banana pancakes with people I love
-Run! Bike! Walk! Hike!
-Build new Rituals
-Clean my apartment/ my life
–Make a playlist for my grandpa’s birthday party
-Spend quality time with my family
-Write three new music-centric blog posts*
-Visit this theme park or the Exotic Feline Rescue Center while in southern Indiana
Back to School
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Final Days of Summer
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Vacations: Good, Bad, and Beautiful
Rituals We Build
We build a ritual of evening tea, or easier, evening drink;
Rituals of candles, or worse, smoke.
Nightly rites of meditation, of running, or more accurately: of eating, of sitting.
Breaking a pattern of consumption for a practice of reflection, production.
Importantly: My Rituals are My Own.
Halting a custom of 9 to 5 misery and 5 till 9 dread
And building a new habit of morning gratitude and a nighttime celebration of joy.
Once I knew a ritual of music and laughter.
I will know that ritual again.
In the city you can get away with
If you need to
In the city, it’s okay; go ahead.
“Hey asshole, it’s an emergency!”
“I can’t see past the construction. Does she need help?”
“Where are the police?”
They bond by uniting against the jerk in a hurry
Because you’re in the city, we move fast enough, already.
What could be more urgent than being in the city? You’re here.
Slow down already.
I am partaking in the Brooklyn Boulders “Beginner to Badass” program (read about my badass climbing sister here) and for the first time in my life I have to pack for the gym before I leave for work!
Here is what I am bringing to the climbing gym (where I also take yoga classes and catch up on work at the co-op space).
- My daypack, which is super compact and folds into itself. It has a space for devices (I keep my shoes here, in a Tom’s bag), and I tuck my keys and snacks in the front little zipper pocket.
- A glossier bag with deodorant, a hair tie, castile soap, and lotion for chalky hands dried out by climbing.
- My glow-in-the-dark Nalgene from Ball State University’s Outdoor Pursuits!
- A good read for while I wait for my climbing buddy!
- Allbirds are the shoe I change into for running or just walking around the gym (climbing shoes are not comfortable to walk in!) I also need funky socks to climb in.
- Snacks! Bananas and Clif bars for sure.
- Comfortable clothes! I always wear a comfortable t-shirt, sports bra, and shorts. A bandana is nice for crazy hair and sweaty foreheads. It is also a great back-up wash cloth.
Not pictured are the shoes, harness, chalk, rope, and carabiner provided by the climbing gym.
Do you have any essentials that I didn’t include? What do you take to the gym?
via Daily Prompt: Climbing
My sister is a climber. She laces her shoes purposefully, ties the knots carefully, and chooses her handholds deliberately. She knows how to stretch to reach the next hold, or how to propel herself slightly higher. She gives other people this opportunity, guiding and hoisting, belaying them into a new sense of confidence.
When my sister was little, she climbed trees. So did I, but she always climbed a little bit further, and jumped down when she was done. When I was done, I sort of shimmied down, scraping my arms and legs bloody against the rough tree bark. I have climbed enough trees, though, to know the satisfaction it draws. Each branch, every scrape, each slipped then recovered foot hold, brings a new sense of accomplishment. I did it. I am higher than I was a moment ago. I am taller than I was a moment ago. I can see farther than the people on the ground.
Curiosity has gotten the better of me, and I’ve decided I would like to know how it feels to be a good climber. To climb a hard route successfully, without cheating. To boulder without falling, only jumping deliberately. To scale a cliffside in the great outdoors! In an effort to commit, I am planning to tryout Brooklyn Boulder’s “Beginner to Badass” program, a 30 day package where I can practice and train and learn and grow in new ways.
This week, my little sister turns twenty. In a way, I have watched her go from tree to rock; from follower to leader, from novice to expert, from student to teacher. I have watched my sister go from beginner to badass.
Happy (early) birthday, Kendra!