I realized something recently when I had the choice of choosing between a date and spending time with my friends -- I am very happy being single. Needless to say, I chose my friends.
This subject has been one of ongoing internal contention for me as I watch on the sidelines while my childhood friends get married and have children. However, since moving away from South Dakota three years ago, I will admit the need to "settle down" has drastically subsided. Obviously, the fact that I spend the majority of my time with those who are also in my single boat has helped alleviate my need to mate for life, but as I begin the countdown to the big 3-0 (13 months - yikes!), I wonder, am I too comfortable with my singleness?
On another completely unrelated note, I am headed to Jackson tomorrow to spend a few days with Grace and I couldn't be more excited! It's going to be a bit of a mini-adventure as I will be staying in a camper at Grace's yurt park, where it has been in the 30s and 40s at night. For a girl who has been living in dresses the past three months, the time there will be a big wake-up call to the fact that fall is right around the corner. Today's weather is actually an appropriate segue as it has yet to hit 70 and has been cloudy and rainy all day. Regardless of the weather, I am looking forward to the trip and having the opportunity to spend time with my best friend.
August 18, 2009
August 10, 2009
reliving my youth
Well, I did it. I signed up for an adult, co-ed softball league. And, to tell the truth, I'm pretty freaked out.
By my calculations, it's been about 10 years since I've been involved on an actual softball team. Granted, I played pretty consistently from my t-ball years to the age of 18 (with the exception of that year immediately following t-ball when I refused to play because I didn't want to relive the t-ball scenario of being the solo female on the team), but I'm going to assume that 10 years of non-playing, combined with the whole 10 years of aging factor is not going to paint a pretty picture when I actually pick up a bat.
Also, I have to purchase a new glove (and perhaps a bat? and batting gloves? or am I taking it too seriously?), which stirs up some resentment related to the individual who lost my cherished, very broken-in Wilson mitt, but that's a whole other story. So, this evening I'm going glove shopping and then, if time permits, I plan to hit the batting cages at some point before the season begins. I just hope I don't embarrass myself too much.
But, I've made the commitment and I'm going through with it. Besides, I hear there's beer in adult-league softball :-)
By my calculations, it's been about 10 years since I've been involved on an actual softball team. Granted, I played pretty consistently from my t-ball years to the age of 18 (with the exception of that year immediately following t-ball when I refused to play because I didn't want to relive the t-ball scenario of being the solo female on the team), but I'm going to assume that 10 years of non-playing, combined with the whole 10 years of aging factor is not going to paint a pretty picture when I actually pick up a bat.
Also, I have to purchase a new glove (and perhaps a bat? and batting gloves? or am I taking it too seriously?), which stirs up some resentment related to the individual who lost my cherished, very broken-in Wilson mitt, but that's a whole other story. So, this evening I'm going glove shopping and then, if time permits, I plan to hit the batting cages at some point before the season begins. I just hope I don't embarrass myself too much.
But, I've made the commitment and I'm going through with it. Besides, I hear there's beer in adult-league softball :-)
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