I went up to San Francisco last night to party with Corinne C and her gang. It has been far, far too long since I spent time with them. And, as usual, I ended up meeting quite a few amazing people. It really put into perspective how withdrawn my life has been lately, spending so much time at work and at home. I can't live like that. I crave social interaction. I need it. Without it, my mind grows stale and I lose some of my lust for life. I think it explains why I've been so stressed out for no apparent reason lately. This must not be allowed to continue.
It became clear to me that there are several areas of my Self that I have allowed to atrophy over the past year or so. I used to dance all the time. I used to look forward to that sense of euphoria that comes with well-earned physical exhaustion. This has not been the case as of late, and I am paying the price, physically. I need to start riding my bike more. I need to get back to yoga. I need to go dancing at least once a week. I need to get in touch with Monique and see if they're doing open cancan rehearsals again this year. It's too late for this year, but I really would love to be starting aerial classes by my birthday next year. One step at a time. (pun regretfully intended)
All in all, it was an excellent weekend. I met several people who I'm looking forward to seeing more of in the coming years. I got back in touch with a few people I don't see nearly enough of. I saw some positively beautiful scenery. And I had some very enlightening conversations with people I had never met before, and will likely never see again.
So of course the Fates had to even it out by inflicting the evils of San Francisco on me. When I got back to my car, the passenger side window was smashed in, and the contents of my glovebox were emptied on my seat. Minus my new iPod and my grizwald. So now I'm out $250 for a new window, $400 for the iPod, and $100 for the grizwald. At first, I was tempted to get seriously pissed off, and launch into a rant about how much I hate the city. Instead, I'm trying to shrug it off as a lesson about getting too attached to physical possessions. So instead of spending all that money replacing my geek toys, I've decided to spend a few hundred dollars on a Target gift card for the Katrina girl. What she lost is much more important than what I lost.
Of course, we'll see if I still feel that way in a few weeks, when the podcast withdrawal sets in...