Sidewalk chalked but from the color sticks of tiny little peoples. Nope, its chalked like the cracks in my skin, and this is all due to the impending wnter quickly creeping up. I stride to my ride, this morning ill hop the red line, I've got to meet with Toni, and don't feel like fighting all the green lights of michigan ave.
I started this process a few months ago and am really kicking myself for not going sooner. I tell her what I want to work on and we do. She has the patience of five best friends combined and all without any of that pesky subjectivity. As of recent I've cut my sessions back and I'm only going every other week. Trying to save a little loot, time, and really work the process outside those comforting four walls.
Chris (verb) has moved up here from the south. This is probably one of the best things that could have ever happend. He's a warm hearted person and just wants to slam with us. He'll reignite the fires that have been barely flickering in some of our hearts. Plus we will have our fourth dancer again and hopefully this will bring more stability back to all we hope to achieve. His girlfriend is lovely as well and I can't wait to show them the many marvels of the windy city.
I feel fully rejuvinated and working steadily towards a variety of goals. Grace being what it is, I'm glad it swooped in and I was willing to just go with it. By reading this or the previous posts you'd probably guess my life is sunshine and rainbows. Its far from that and I'm constantly working through the tuffer parts.
My focus wavers rarely and my attack is precise. This humorous road call life bends towards what's right and I oblige my feet with a few more steps. "Don't fail me now" I ramble out and we ease on down.