I’ve been over my fear of doing handstands/pincha in the middle of the room for some time now.
This pretty much means I’m used to flipping over into a backbend or just crashing onto my ass 95% of the time.
The bright side is that my backbends have gotten significantly deeper.
Sad part is that my butt and back are covered with bruises and I wince when I lay down.
How is it already December?
Time flies as if January-December was just a stone-throw away…
Finally has fell in love.
I am so happy.
Can’t wait for nieces and nephews.
I’ll be the best auntie…
Back when I was 19-20 I worked for a 4 star french chef in a tiny restaurant. I was the only waitress so I would also regularly have to line prep, dish wash, sous chef, egg cook, book keep, etc. I learned the most from Gerald. How to cook eggs perfectly no matter what the style, how to make amazing soup bases, how to expedite and time food so that every fish would be ready at the same time.. Etc.
One thing he drilled in my mind was cleanliness and prep. “Even if you are working on 6 different dishes at once you plan ahead, you clean your knives and boards after every step- no stack of dirty dishes and rubbish lying around! Good food comes from good planning. You keep your area clean if you don’t want to look like a novice.”
A lesson I will never forget.
I can’t wait ‘til the day that I finally get to say,
“Mom, you don’t have to work anymore. Relax. I can support you now. Thank you for everything that you’ve done for me.”
This is not the house I grew up in..
But I have many memories here.
Especially of my angsty teenage summer days.
Memory lane contains a lot of truth bombs. Shows you what a loser you were when you were young. What you placed your dreams in. How silly they seem now.
When I was 17, at some point in the fall (late September), I got into a massive fight with my parents (one of many) and drove away to nowhere. Ended up in a foggy neighborhood in Daly City. Attempted to sleep in the car but it was too cold. Then proceeded to drive to the house I am sitting in now.
Couldn’t break in, so I slept in the garage. My dad found me 2 days later.
I remember these things, and so much more. The curse of having the gift of an extremely detailed long-term memory is that you can’t select what you remember. Only what you chose to share with others.
I am such a different woman after 10 years. Yet also the same.
I look back at that self-hating girl with such compassion now.
Oh, if you only knew what life had in store for you. Maybe you would have been more patient and resolved to wait for all the unimaginably terrible, but also incredibly wonderful things that would happen….
Hey, though life may not ever be perfect, sometimes a little girl’s dreams do come true.