"How much of human life is lost in waiting." --Ralph Waldo Emerson (and repeated in the recent Indiana Jones movie)
"We cannot tell what may happen to us in the strange medley of life. But we can decide what happens in us -- how we can take it, what we do with it -- and that is what really counts in the end." -- Joseph Fort Newton
I went to the gym last night for the first time in ages. I've been doing cardio by way of walking around to get things done and I have all the equipment I need for muscle tone at home. However, I found myself craving some intense cardio after nightfall so I ventured forth with my ipod and a bottle of Metro Mint water.
I couldn't believe the mess in the gym. The place had been torn to shreds. It wasn't basic wear and tear either. It was willful destruction. The only two pieces of equipment worth a damn were trashed beyond use. I was left having to pedal on a stationary bike without any manner of resistance to give me a real workout. It wasn't remotely satisfying.
I slept in this morning knowing I have a late night ahead of me for which I will require all the energy I can muster up. Instead of feeling refreshed, though, I feel panicked by all the things I have to get done. I haven't bustled my skirt to avoid dealing with a hoop after deciding I don't want to spend all evening maneuvering around a club taking up ridiculous amounts of space. I never assembled the hair elements I want to have on hand. I haven't put the violet wash into my hair to neutralize the brassiness left behind by the wheat based bleach I thought would be a better alternative for the environment but didn't have the power to process hair past the yellow stage. (I still have a whole bucket of that crap, too.) And then there are all the little details that put the magic into an otherwise ordinary situation.
I have some writing to finish up and turn in before I even take a stab at pampering myself into a vision of glittery fantasy.
See you lovelies at the Ball!
- Count Down To The Ball