Next to Normal

Just under three weeks ago, the wholelotta stress came to an abrupt end and life suddenly returned to normal---scratch that and insert Broadway tune, "I don't need a life that's normal, that's way too far away, but something next to normal would be ok." Life suddenly returned to next to normal and I found myself taking slow drive-bys of the RCR hangar.  Not really, but I did find myself thinking about my need for 1. a distraction, 2. something to motivate me to get back to the gym, and 3. the amorphous something. It is not often, or ever, really, when I don't have a project of some sort.  I learned this past spring that it is NOT good for me to not have something to work towards (shout out to Jen Cavanaugh and Kelly Elliott for helping me figure that out.) So, I decided to go for it; I texted my pal Trish and made a plan to partake in the Saturday night Beginning Derby class at Oaks Park Roller Rink (not the hangar...yet).