by Sarah Morgan on October 12, 2008
My current Facebook status says, "Sarah could not possibly be any more in love with fall," and… yeah. I’ve had an utterly glorious weekend - the kind that makes you wonder how you can possibly deserve it. If yours has had half the friends, family, fun, fresh air, time, perfect weather - and I hope it did - you can identify.
This week’s roundup:
- Health and how my chiropractor is a miracle worker. He’s really my sports medicine doctor at this point. There’s always something. As soon as he sees me he asks, "what did you do this time?" Currently he’s fixing the arch of my foot. I adore him. I know chiropractic is something people have strong opinions either for or against; I’m definitely in the "for" camp.
- Music and how iTunes hasn’t worked right for me for months. I don’t really miss it because I love Sirius and my Sportster 5 . But today’s attempt is because I’d like the latest Fort Minor and Cowboy Mouth . We’ll see if it works after this latest update. (In passing, Apple , stop trying to install Safari every time you update iTunes .) But in the meantime, check out the latest Britney video . Zero artistic talent or worth, but it’s stuck in my head anyway. (Also, may I please look like that after two kids.)
- Money and how this three-year-old blog post is the first thing that’s comforted me in a few weeks. It suggests that the market goes in generational cycles. (Thank goodness I’m young enough for that to be comforting.)
- Science and how I’ve been fascinated by how little we know about the oceans since Bill Bryson made me realize it in A Short History of Nearly Everything (read it or watch him talk about it ). So I’m glued to this TED video (you know I love me some TED ) that talks that.
Your goals for the week:
- Register to vote . Before Tuesday if you live in New Jersey.
- Tell me a secret anonymously in the comments.
by Sarah Morgan on August 24, 2008
Bloggery news:
- Check out the latest Hot Blogger Calendar news here. (Short version: it’s OUT OF CONTROL.)
- If you’re a PANK, check out my Savvy Auntie blog.
- Expect more guest posts at Buzznetworker , where I’ve gotten a completely flattering invitation to be a regular!
Also, check out the fabulous Josh (in the stripey shirt) in this podcast . (Kris ’specially.)
Just back from a gorgeous weekend away with people I’ve loved for decades and three babies-to-be, elegance and goofiness, laughing and crying, gourmet and junk, photo-junkie-ism and swing dancing, a run in the sun and fire on the river. Back to 400 unread HBC nominations, new paint up in the condo, the news that my cousin got married by a Buddhist monk when nobody was looking, and not nearly enough time to absorb it all.
Hopefully, that’ll come this week. Along with my first sparring tournament and wedding 5 of 5 this summer. Expect updates throughout it all.
In the meantime, I leave you with this question. Did you get enough of what makes you happiest this weekend?
by Sarah Morgan on August 1, 2008
I have a serious addiction. And like most serious addictions, it’s pretty disgusting.
Sweat.
Tae kwon do. Running. Sparring. Boxing. Grappling. Yoga. Boot camp drills. Whatever gets me working till I can wring out my ponytail. It’s deranged. But no matter how busy I am, how tired, how bruised, how sore, I’m glad I did it every time.
The thing is, this is NOT me. To say that I’m not a natural athlete is an understatement. I’m not a jock. I’m the bookworm, the artist, the one picked last for kickball.
So who is this chick and what’s she doing with a basket full of sports bras and an AAU card?
The oddest - and best - part is that it doesn’t come easily to me. I’ve always liked what comes naturally, but gotten frustrated and self-conscious – and avoided – what I’m not good at. And I’m not like that anymore. Maybe it’s endorphins. Maybe it’s stubbornness. Maybe I’ve gotten kicked in the head one too many times. Whyever. (Honestly, I suspect it’s a few amazing instructors.)
It means that my first response to something new that I can’t do isn’t fear anymore. …Well, no, it still is. But the key is, my first reaction to fear is now not to shy away, but to get excited. And I really love that.
Look who’s becoming – in her own small way – an adrenaline junkie.
