Homespaces, Healthspaces, and Headspaces
Hmm. I continue to fail at remembering I have an LJ. FB feeds the lazy in me. Fire off a few random posts repeatedly through the course of a day but it all whooshes by so fast. WHOOSH!~ If nothing, I need to remember this as a more enduring (or as enduring as anything is on the internet) place for thoughts, progress, joys, frustrations. I'll try not to be too emo. ^.~
Homespaces
It has officially been a month since kumakun and I officially have gotten our own space in our apartment in the Madison area. Kitchen's a bit small but it's cozy. I'm rather liking the decorating thing. I never really got into it in our first apt. and at most had 2 paintings I did in college on the wall while we stayed at eithni 's house. Things like that just didn't seem important to me at the time. Decorating the bathroom, where we're going to hang our scrolls, arranging the living room/den once I get off my ass and finish unpacking the handful of boxes which are left. Oh, and bookshelves. Need like, 4 book shelves... -.-..
Living room has my papasan chair! <3 chair! Loveseat from my dad which is super comfy if small and we don't share nicely. There will be a futon as my sister has a very nice frame she's holding on to for us. Just need to find a mattress.
Bedroom's pretty bare as I have no idea what I wanna do in there yet...BUT! Finally...at 27 I haz a big girl bed! The majority of time since about high school I've slept on mattresses on the floor or comforters futon-style. Never cared for beds and spaces for crap to get lost under. However, a 12 drawer captain's bed changes that a bit. More storage, no need for box spring, and hell...I just like the thing.
Den. God, what can I say about the den. Needs artwork on the walls but theres plans. DUAL 24" WIDESCREEN MONITORS HOOKED UP TO MY LITTLE GOD OF A COMPUTER! And all the space I need for it on the table that I did my 3rd grade Math homework on swearing at my teacher. Goddamnit Mrs. Brown you were a heartless bitch then and you are now. (I may have had more vocabulary than a 3rd grader strictly is supposed to have. ) My sister got a new table and gave me the table we had growing up. I'm not normally nostalgic and especially not about my childhood, but there's something nice about having it. I can't place it. Also recovered now that there's space is my collection of dragons I grew growing up. Heh, one is the pewter dragon my dad gave me for confirmation. Best. Confirmation. Gift. Evar. My dad really knows me. I've missed my wee beasties.
Parking is a bit chaotic, but we'll live. There's a fitness center which I've recently started abusing (later point), and it's location is pretty central to get anywhere in Madison in reasonable time.
Healthspaces
Sick of being goddamn overweight. Sick of not being able to breathe. I'm currently just over a week of having started working out (at least 30 min. on an elliptical machine at least 4/7 days w/at least 1 day for rapier practice) and keeping a food journal to try and watch exactly how much, what, and when I'm shoveling it in. Minus today and my dining snafu I've done pretty snazzy at it. Most days stay at or below my target I'm shooting for to lose weight. I'll do it if for no other reason than I'm sick of listening to myself whine about it at this point.
And really, a good 75% of the reasoning behind it is I just can't get any better at fencing unless I drop the weight. I don't have the endurance to go as long as I need to, I'm not as quick on my feet as I'd like to be. Yeah, I know solid technique I don't HAVE to be fast but really...if you have the capacity for it (and I will once I don't need to be moving an extra 70lbs on advances/retreats) why not use it. Technique AND speed, shit yeah I want that.
Headspaces
Which brings us to headspaces and the field. Seeing as my last meaningful post was at WW I'll elaborate. Something fired that weekend. Something just snapped in place. No idea wtf it is or what did it so don't ask. I'll be gracious for it and keep doing on what I'm doing on. I think I've had 1 practice in the space between I was unhappy with and maybe a day of Pennsic, but that's pretty much it. I spent ~7 hours either fighting or learning (or being a teaching dummy for story time which is still hard work when your arm already hurts) on Saturday at Northshield Rapier Academy out at the resort. I never got angry, I never got irrationally frustrated at myself, I just plain had fun. Feel like I fought well with everyone I did fights with. Re~established Rigo's style will just never be something I can pick up. Sure I need to be able to read it but I just can't take anything from it to incorporate in what I do. Fought Don Adam from the OutlandsCurrentlyResidingInTheMiddle who I'd done a few pick ups with at Pennsic which were a blast. Always fun jumping in an unfamiliar guys pants and surprising the hell outta him by how I fight. /grin Hmm, I'm getting rambbly.
In summary, my fighting is...for a change...not sucking. I'm having fun, I'm learning (if slowly), I'm not getting frustrated with myself as quickly, and it's just a little bit strange having a dance card of people that are poking at me v. me poking at other ppl to get on theirs. Whatever happy zen place I've found it's mine. I'm not giving it up. No one else can have it. /hugs her happy little fighting zen world
I come back and read these posts. Some I laugh at with myself, others I flinch at what I was. Hopefully I can remember to leave a mark for myself to look back on a little more often. Lazy FB may be easy but some things just need to be there to go back and remember. (cause I sure as hell am not doing it on my own the way my rust trap of a cat brain works, oooh look shiny.... /pounce off)
Homespaces
It has officially been a month since kumakun and I officially have gotten our own space in our apartment in the Madison area. Kitchen's a bit small but it's cozy. I'm rather liking the decorating thing. I never really got into it in our first apt. and at most had 2 paintings I did in college on the wall while we stayed at eithni 's house. Things like that just didn't seem important to me at the time. Decorating the bathroom, where we're going to hang our scrolls, arranging the living room/den once I get off my ass and finish unpacking the handful of boxes which are left. Oh, and bookshelves. Need like, 4 book shelves... -.-..
Living room has my papasan chair! <3 chair! Loveseat from my dad which is super comfy if small and we don't share nicely. There will be a futon as my sister has a very nice frame she's holding on to for us. Just need to find a mattress.
Bedroom's pretty bare as I have no idea what I wanna do in there yet...BUT! Finally...at 27 I haz a big girl bed! The majority of time since about high school I've slept on mattresses on the floor or comforters futon-style. Never cared for beds and spaces for crap to get lost under. However, a 12 drawer captain's bed changes that a bit. More storage, no need for box spring, and hell...I just like the thing.
Den. God, what can I say about the den. Needs artwork on the walls but theres plans. DUAL 24" WIDESCREEN MONITORS HOOKED UP TO MY LITTLE GOD OF A COMPUTER! And all the space I need for it on the table that I did my 3rd grade Math homework on swearing at my teacher. Goddamnit Mrs. Brown you were a heartless bitch then and you are now. (I may have had more vocabulary than a 3rd grader strictly is supposed to have. ) My sister got a new table and gave me the table we had growing up. I'm not normally nostalgic and especially not about my childhood, but there's something nice about having it. I can't place it. Also recovered now that there's space is my collection of dragons I grew growing up. Heh, one is the pewter dragon my dad gave me for confirmation. Best. Confirmation. Gift. Evar. My dad really knows me. I've missed my wee beasties.
Parking is a bit chaotic, but we'll live. There's a fitness center which I've recently started abusing (later point), and it's location is pretty central to get anywhere in Madison in reasonable time.
Healthspaces
Sick of being goddamn overweight. Sick of not being able to breathe. I'm currently just over a week of having started working out (at least 30 min. on an elliptical machine at least 4/7 days w/at least 1 day for rapier practice) and keeping a food journal to try and watch exactly how much, what, and when I'm shoveling it in. Minus today and my dining snafu I've done pretty snazzy at it. Most days stay at or below my target I'm shooting for to lose weight. I'll do it if for no other reason than I'm sick of listening to myself whine about it at this point.
And really, a good 75% of the reasoning behind it is I just can't get any better at fencing unless I drop the weight. I don't have the endurance to go as long as I need to, I'm not as quick on my feet as I'd like to be. Yeah, I know solid technique I don't HAVE to be fast but really...if you have the capacity for it (and I will once I don't need to be moving an extra 70lbs on advances/retreats) why not use it. Technique AND speed, shit yeah I want that.
Headspaces
Which brings us to headspaces and the field. Seeing as my last meaningful post was at WW I'll elaborate. Something fired that weekend. Something just snapped in place. No idea wtf it is or what did it so don't ask. I'll be gracious for it and keep doing on what I'm doing on. I think I've had 1 practice in the space between I was unhappy with and maybe a day of Pennsic, but that's pretty much it. I spent ~7 hours either fighting or learning (or being a teaching dummy for story time which is still hard work when your arm already hurts) on Saturday at Northshield Rapier Academy out at the resort. I never got angry, I never got irrationally frustrated at myself, I just plain had fun. Feel like I fought well with everyone I did fights with. Re~established Rigo's style will just never be something I can pick up. Sure I need to be able to read it but I just can't take anything from it to incorporate in what I do. Fought Don Adam from the OutlandsCurrentlyResidingInTheMiddle who I'd done a few pick ups with at Pennsic which were a blast. Always fun jumping in an unfamiliar guys pants and surprising the hell outta him by how I fight. /grin Hmm, I'm getting rambbly.
In summary, my fighting is...for a change...not sucking. I'm having fun, I'm learning (if slowly), I'm not getting frustrated with myself as quickly, and it's just a little bit strange having a dance card of people that are poking at me v. me poking at other ppl to get on theirs. Whatever happy zen place I've found it's mine. I'm not giving it up. No one else can have it. /hugs her happy little fighting zen world
I come back and read these posts. Some I laugh at with myself, others I flinch at what I was. Hopefully I can remember to leave a mark for myself to look back on a little more often. Lazy FB may be easy but some things just need to be there to go back and remember. (cause I sure as hell am not doing it on my own the way my rust trap of a cat brain works, oooh look shiny.... /pounce off)