run.

Excuse me while a take a moment alone.

A moment to get lost in the sound of my breath, my music, 

And my feet hitting the pavement.

A time for me to sweat it out.

Breathing in fresh air and breathing out stress.

Feeling myself supported and guided by the wind.

Challenging my own physical strength, while clearing my mind.

Excuse me while I take a moment to run.

Not running away from life's woes,

Running toward them and defeating them. One mile at a time.

Not letting troubles get the best of me, 

But ultimately finding the best of me through my troubles.

Excuse those for mistaking me for being weak.

They seem to not know this very important thing:

As I run, my mind, body, and soul is getting stronger.

Now, excuse me, I need to run...

life is a highway

No matter what situations you're in, someone will most likely use a metaphor along the way.  I am guilty of saying, but also being told things like, "life is a roller coaster, you'll have ups and downs" and "the grass is always greener on the other side".  Sometimes it just works to use them.  Lately there has been one metaphor that has been on my mind, "life is a highway".  During hard times, life can also be full of road blocks, surprising pot holes, accidents, and other fools on the road.  But we have to adapt and learn how to avoid these dangers and keep ourselves (and perhaps any passengers) safe.  During the good times in life you may hit every green light, encounter only light/smooth traffic light, and you may even here good music along the way.  All of these little adventures on the "highway" will eventually take you to another place in your life.  Whether it's a new city or just a new attitude, you will learn a lot on your journey there. While thinking about all of this, I couldn't help but realize, "hey, if life is a highway, I cannot legally drive on it".  Why is that?  Well folks, I've never had a drivers license.  Go ahead, laugh it out.  I am slightly embarrassed, but the truth is, I never really needed it.  But thinking about this type of 'freedom' I was missing out on, I decided enough was enough.  I took my driving test this morning.  Yes, I passed.

Beep Beep.  Look who has the green light now...moi.

relevé

Relevé, Fr., literally means "lifted".  In ballet it means rising from any position to balance on one or both feet.  

I've been making sure to do little activities that keep me happy.  I have been running, reading, attending mass, and yes, blogging.  Today I kept on with the "make myself happy" spirit and returned to ballet class.  At 10am on a Sunday, the last thing my body wanted to do was wake up for a hard and time consuming workout.  But I must say, I absolutely loved every minute of it.  Although my skills are only at a beginners level, I still enjoy it.  The goal is not to become a ballerina.  I am hoping to apply what I learn in ballet to everyday life.  Learning difficult and demanding positions, all while keeping myself poised and graceful.  Presenting myself with new challenges and confronting them with a smile on my face.  Learning how to keep balanced when situations get me down.  Learning how to relevé...

500 days of summer

i am so excited to see this movie tonight.  i wanted to see it at the sf film festival but didn't get the chance to.  but now the timing is perfect.  i think a movie about boy meets girl that isn't a love story is just what the doctor prescribed.  and did i mention it stars my favorite person ever, zooey deschannel.  i just hope they don't get back together in the end.  i mean for once can we just keep it real?

do something: volunteer

While walking home today, I passed the building below.  I've seen it before and never knew it's purpose, besides being beautiful.  I had the time and energy, so I decided to see what it was all about.  I asked the concierge and he explained the history of the Veterans Building and what I could find there.  Herbst Theater, Law Library, and the Museum of Performance & Design.  Performance & Design?  That spoke to me.

I made my way to the museum and was blown away.  I walked through and admired showcases of actors, dancers, musicians, film makers, etc.  As I walked down the hall, I passed a man, we greeted each other and I expressed my admiration.  He asked me if I was interested in performing arts.  I let him know that I was but never pursued anything more than classes.  He introduced himself and he was David R. Humphrey, the Director of the museum.  He spoke with me about volunteer opportunities and introduced me to the staff.  They filled me in on upcoming events and galas that I could participate in.  Next thing you know, I was reading the orientation manual and signing the agreements!

I am excited to start this new journey and educate myself on the wonderful world of performing arts.