I flew yesterday.
No, not in an airplane. Not in my favorite way-- on horseback. And not because I fell down the stairs, either.
I flew over ice.
See, I've been using my precious hours of preschool to work. Smart, huh? I spent all summer wailing about never getting time for myself, and then the moment I had 3 hours, I hunkered down behind my computer. Wrote 1 darned good book, but other than that, just WORK.
So yesterday, instead of working, I went to Barnes & Noble, where I ran past the Nook display as quickly as possible before I started crying. Then I went to the YA section-- you know, the one that's all black and red? I'm torn on going to the bookstore right now, because half of me says, "Yay, I know these people, and I am holding their books in my hands!", and the other half of me is so jealous that I actually turn a shade of sickening barf green.
I chose AN ABUNDANCE OF KATHERINES by John Green, which I've wanted to read for a long time. It's about a child prodigy with social issues facing the fact that he's a permanent dumpee who must grow up soon and reach/find his potential. I'm almost done, and it's awesome.
Then I took my new book to Starbucks and sat in the corner with my feet up, eating an iced pumpkin scone and avoiding the gaze of businesspeople who wanted my coveted buttspot on the bench.
Then, and here's the most important part: I WENT ICE SKATING.
It was wonderful. Only 5 people there, so the ice wasn't all mucked up. I went slow, I went fast, I went backwards, I twirled, I spun, and I only fell once, and that was while trying to copy something a tiny little girl did. Mind you, she could leap up and was with her trainer, but it looked like fun.
It was the best exercise I've gotten in forever, it was super fun, my heart rate was up the whole time, and I was utterly filled with joy. Afterwards, I was a nicer, kinder person all day long, and I accomplished lots of chores around the house.
What did I learn?
If you have time to yourself, use it to do something extraordinary.
Maybe ice skating isn't extraordinary to you, but it's something I love but have only done maybe 10 times in my life, all with other people who were having a miserable time. Going alone was definitely out of my comfort zone, but I'm so glad I did.
I have plans to go back.
But I'll read and eat a scone first, because those are now an important part of the ritual.
In conclusion, treat yourself well and do something that scares you.
You can even join me in trapeze class next week, if you dare.