A little message from me to you…
Take a look at those celebrating in Israel. What a photo. I hope to go back one day…
I’m baaaack ladies! As you all know, I had my girl’s getaway last week, and then totally checked out over the weekend to spend some quality time with family and friends. So, it’s Monday morning, I got my ass back to the gym (thank god), and I’m now I’m in my office, with my coffee, recalling some of my funniest moments of the past few years.
And while I know my trip to NYC isn’t very “on the fence,” it did take me three years to get off the fence and book it, so I’d love to share some funny moments and highlights.
Okay ladies. 2nd blog! I’m officially a blogger!
The idea for this blog was born on the golf course. (I can’t figure out why after playing golf for so many years left handed, I would go and screw things up and become right handed… but that’s a whole other disastrous topic). Anyhow, back to rushing. So, we’re teeing off on the second hole, and my girlfriend tells me “I feel like my entire life is spent rushing.” As she’s saying this, I realize how I am rushing her through her swing so we can just finish the bloody game… kinda like I always do. I think I do this a lot actually. Rush people off the phone. Rush my son to finish his “poo” so we can get to the park. Rush in and out of the fruit store before I get a ticket. Rush my husband through sex…. just kidding… ok well not entirely kidding!
My entire life feels like one big fast forward button on a VCR.
So when you stop to actually think about why we do this, I think we have almost all been programmed to move this way. “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” Quoted from one of my favorite movies, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. But it’s true. Life in the fast lane. Car racing. Ski racing. Speed skating. We live in a very fast paced society…and I don’t even reside in New York City! I am beginning to think this is all a very shitty thing. In fact, I think my rushing in making me age a little. If I can just return 3 more emails, change a quick diaper, and run to the pharmacy quickly, I can pack it all in! Yah great. And give myself a heart attack in the process.