Because I’m obviously not a very good ice skater…
And because a short snow skiing lesson turned out to be seriously fun…
And because I like a good challenge…
And mostly because I want that feeling of floating and zipping and zooming along.
Last weekend, we bought some inline skates so that I could practice in our neighborhood, which has a surprisingly unused recreation area. (There is a tennis court, a basketball court, a volleyball court, and a 1/3 mile track. All in a mild state of disrepair, but perfect for me – because nobody goes there and will thus be spared my humiliation.)
We also bought a couple tennis rackets. Partly as a protest against a horrible 7th grade tennis coach who basically said, “you’re a horrible tennis player, go find some other sport.”
I’m still holding a grudge. I really liked tennis then, poor player that I was, and I was heartbroken that she didn’t want to help me learn.
Flash forward twenty-six years (dear god!) to a slightly rundown court in a disused quarry in the heat of a hill country afternoon…there you’ll find me, grinning like a fool in love, tennis racket in hand.
I’m still bad at it. I just don’t care anymore.
So remember when I told you about learning to eat left handed? About that…
Two weeks ago, I fell during an ice skating lesson and broke my wrist. It’s a nice, clean radial fracture, but you cannot imagine the pain. Worst in my entire life, I kid you not.
Since that fateful Saturday, I’ve been stuck in a Short Arm Fracture Brace, Open Thumb. Which is actually a modern, removable hard cast that you can get wet. Regardless of those amazing features, I still can’t actually use my right hand. My dominate hand.
So, I’ve been eating (and everything-else-ing) left-handed.
I’m totally over it.
But not really because I have to spend at least 3 more weeks in the brace. Doctor’s orders and all that crap.
In high school, I won a choreography award, beating out dozens of young women who had been dancing since they could walk. I had only been studying for three years.
In college, I was very nearly persuaded to change my major from education to art. I changed it mathematics. I should have chosen art.
I worked as a legal assistant during one summer break from college. I loved picking juries, and I was pretty good at it. I took the LSAT in 2009 and scored 162. I don’t want to be a lawyer.
I ran away from home at age 4. Next door to my grandmother’s house. I only packed bikini bottoms.
As a child, I deeply believed that the only way to go to heaven was to save someone’s life.
When I’m having a panic attack, I silently repeat “Hold Your Shit Together” until I can breathe again. It almost always works.
My ears are uneven. My pierces were placed in a different location on each lobe so that earrings would look even.
I have co-written two books. My name does not appear on either cover, though my first name appears in the dedication of both.
When I’m alone, I read books aloud in an English accent. And I make whatever gesture or facial expression is being described.
I learned to eat with my left hand to keep from bumping elbows with my college roommate who always sat on my right at meals.
I really, really love being alive.
We are also single-minded and fragile. So, so fragile. We are defenseless and clumsy and we have no idea what we’re doing. We need our mommies. We need a nap. Some of us need a time out.
From A Girl & A Boy, We Are All Babies