from a concert...

We went to see a concert last night. It was good, and totally enjoyable. What really left a lasting impression on me, though, was that the performer was having such a great time. And when you look at it, he's actually working.

It just made me reflect. When I go to work, how often do I really turn up with a "wow" smile either on my face or in my heart? And I really love the sport I play, but I seldom say yippee when its training time. (Of course, it takes a certain kind of person to find joy in running laps or fitness tests... which proves my point)

Come to think of it, I do have fun at training - when its social game. But that's the thing, why don't I have fun at training proper?
It can be done. Looking back at when the academy did us a clinic, they had such a high level of enthusiasm, it was almost creepy.

Life is too short to waste on grumpiness. Start channelling Pollyanna...

Chick trip

We should do it again. No partners allowed - the dynamics are different when there's a couple in the group.
I've learnt more about my friends and possibly with a deeper understanding of each other, we'll like each other (even) more?

We met Aunty N and Uncle L. Now there's a funky pair. They give me hope that where there's love, love will prevail. And perhaps one day I can too.

There're still secrets, or should I say, lack of understanding between some of us. Omissions or white lies told for fear of condemnation ... Then again, I'm in no position to chuck stones.

Next trip, we should go somewhere with a slower pace. Not so city. Somewhere we can just lie back, talk, laugh and cry. No more shopping and no more eating. Just... knowing, and understanding. Accepting.

Are parents always the last to know?