A State of Mind, A Spirit
Photo from Vogue
I had a horrible start Tuesday morning when I woke. Fear crawling up the back of my neck, and doubt pounding with every overly anxious heartbeat. It was the usual grand failure of my nerves; that morning, I could’ve easily been seventeen again. It was predictable and expected, but it doesn’t get any easier to disappoint myself, even at 32. Social Anxiety can be crippling when I can’t get a hold on it, and while it’s more manageable with age, it’s never gone. The day felt like it could have been a grand lesson in defeat.
Tuesday evening saved me, though. I watched Charlotte Rampling: The Look. The first time I saw her in the Night Porter, she blew me away. She’s so watchable, and at 66 she is still, if not more, stunning. She’s a fascinating conversationalist, and she has a nice outlook of life. She’s sucking it up with a straw, and it’s refreshing to watch. My Kusmi tea order arrived! I love their teas. For me, you know tea is good when you don’t have to sweeten it. They have years of history behind their blends, and it’s obvious. My new favorite that I tried was Bouquet of Flowers N°108. The blend was created in 1880. It’s floral and soft.
We’ve been watching hours of Vegas 7s that we recorded on the DVR every evening. There’s something poetic about watching a team move across the pitch together, fluidly passing the ball and communicating. It requires fast decision making by an individual and personal accountability since there are no plays. I’m sure football is just as enjoyable for those that love it, but for me, there is an intelligence and sophistication in rugby that I don’t find in other sports. I enjoy watching it, and when it’s done by a great team, it’s beautiful.