15 Love

Still life of my life. What you see, microcosm of my weird collection of goods: pink guitar, gold dog evening bag, rod laver adidas tennis shoes and one triple threat racquet. With a mother as fabulously nutty as mine, there was probably no hope from the start.

Tennis lesson last night. First time on a court since summer camp as a child. I was so nervous before knowing that I would have to run in front of people infinitely more fit and experienced that I am. But, since the decision to do THE THING I have had to let go of worrying so much what other people thing. Otherwise, this won't happen... I can't be ruled by strangers' thoughts of me. If you don't like it, look away.

It was a BLAST! I am playing on Sunday with a girl in my glass. I am going to get active. Even if I have to totally trick myself. (hmmm. Does that work?) Some friends from the class went out after to watch Yankees/ Red Sox game - uh oh, Mexican. While I watched them sip their yummy looking margaritas, I felt proud to enjoy a light beer. I had a great time and went home NOT stuffed and NOT sabatoged. A great night. Baby steps.

Thanks for all the support!

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