First Month Wrap Up

A couple of days ago I noticed the date, September 25th, and realized it had been a month since I had begun my 31st year. So noted I thought this a good moment to reflect on the events of the last 30-or-so days.

Let me just say here that I realize that dates and years are arbitrary things. Barring increasing aches and pains, and the fact that the sun has risen everyday of my life, I recognize time's meaning is only endowed with what we provide for it. Still, knowing this, I admit that I am affected by these arbitrary markers. If only to make introspection and revelation more common events. And time, dates, and this year are kind of the lynch pin for this endeavor. Moving right along...

First Month Wrap Up:

Vitals and Journal Entry

Done each morning

• Vitals will be posted in 15 day allotments
• Journal entries to be posted over my dead body
• Both have easily been adopted into my morning routine. They have grown longer and more direct in addressing subject matter. And the information covered has been more thoughtful, but not necessarily more thought provoking
  

Singing

• One Voice Lesson so far. See entry
• 2 band practices with friends and no music created, though there's been a lot of music listening

Enrolled in a university graduate-level writing course, MPW 920: Personal Essay

• Have begun my first long essay piece in 2 years

Dance... all of the below have not been followed up on

• Talked to a Hawaiian about hula
• Talked with a ballet dancer about contact improv
• Talked with an energetic girl about swing lessons (they are every single night and scattered around the city, she said)
• Poo-pooed the 10-week dance classes at the university
• Noticed that I make shadows of dance moves when walking to work listening to my Ipod

Something to follow up with in experimental video? Could I piece together a choreographed dance?

Conclusions? How much more has my heart opened in the last 30-or-so days? Perhaps my Vitals tell the progress most clearly. I do feel more engaged. More on. However my heart mimics the nameless purple-leaved houseplant next to the futon. It flops open and it gathers up tight depending on the amount of stimuli. The more I am out in the world the more my heart and mind work together. The more I feel obliged to go a step further, feel my confidence growing, feel of this world instead of just in it.