Last time in Aikido, I accidentally threw Grace down onto another woman's foot. Her head really hurt and I was hoping she'd come to class today so I could confirm that she was back to good health, but she wasn't there.
Gali, another Aikido woman is moving back to Israel next month to begin her MFA in Creative Writing. Today we exchanged stories; we're going to read and critique each other's work. We're both nervous, but this is good practice for me to share my writing.
Turns out Alexandra, who also practices at the dojo quit her tenured professor position to work toward publishing her novel.
Ran into Gerald from Interlochen and Oberlin on the street before Aikido today. He's the same except he gave up the violin to work in marketing and he said he really enjoys it. After we left each other, without knowing it, we simultaneously texted Jen H to tell her that we had seen each other.
In other news, because of a new job prospect, I am learning the importance of the iron. After I burned my thigh while ironing a skirt on a table, I finally broke down and purchased my very first ironing board yesterday. Adulthood is full of growing pains.
Two days until I head to Boston for graduation. I've noticed my resistance to planning my seminar, and I think it's my fear of closure. I've begun to find my voice through this grad program.
