Day 259: Yaaahhhh

There is a reason

I had one of those moments this morning where I almost caught myself clapping while I was doing work. I'm identifying situations that feel good. A lot of them involve a lot of pressure. I'm an absolute sucker for exams. I love them. And no, I'm never sure that I know my stuff - I probably didn't revise very throughly - but one thing I do know is that if it's in there at all, an exam is exactly the environment that will bring it out. 


So there I was, sitting in Starbucks, putting the final touches to the draft and working out how to present it. See, I've been working on this for weeks, but it isn't until it's very close that I find the words/the actual framework that I need. If  hadn't been in Starbucks, I'd have got up and wiggled. I think I had a bit of a shimmy when I went to the bathroom. And even with my general irritability today (my internal dialogue is HILARIOUS - if this person was out in the real world, you'd have to have her put down for the safety of others), I managed to be compassionate and quite jovial when a not-so-small boy had a screaming tantrum - the way he switched it on and off like a hairdryer told me that he wasn't as deeply distressed as his banshee screeches might profess - and a terribly ill-equipped au pair (I think - and I think it might have been her first day - or at least only her first week) tried to placate him. That kid managed to clear the cafe, pretty much, but I was fine. Admittedly, I did have foreign rappers shouthing 'muthafukka' into the middle of my brains, so maybe it wasn't such a leap. 

Same reason... just not yet

So, before the meeting all this glee was caused by, I managed to fit in a dose of Sarah Lonton - a very nice dose indeed, it was. We sat in the sun. This morning was like a caricature of summer. It was bright, beautiful, blue-skied and buoyant. I felt joyful because of that, too. Just lovely. We walked a bit and stumbled across some teenage jazz on the bandstand just up from Embankment. Very nice. Then we went our ways to our respective exciting meetings. It was  a terribly pleasing interlude. 


I managed, too, to speak to both Esther Lilley and Helen Cardwell today. And all that after a faceful of Vic yesterday. How lucky am I? 


So yes, - good meeting. Stuff to do, but fun, fabulous stuff which I'll enjoy. 


Later, lunch, work and rain. A chat with a few hubbers about how we all like the rain, and to be rained on. I proved myself on the way home. I genuinely really enjoyed getting wet. I then enjoyed it even more, outside, soaking from the ride, on compost and slug duty in Ruth's garden. Almost the best part of the day, that. I was calm and entertained. 
Partly by this:  
http://www.ted.com/talks/jane_mcgonigal_the_game_that_can_give_you_10_extra_years_of_life.html

There you go... click the link

 There's more sense to this blog and many of the things that come of it than you'd think. You can be a childlike hippy. It's okay! It's actually good for you! Works for me, anyway. That's all I ask. But what if this really works. I can believe it. All these are reasons why I do impro and other forms of playing. And why I write this. And why, from tomorrow, I'll make it my mission to get my brains on it a bit more, and to touch people (in agreeable ways) like there's no tomorrow. 


Now I'm a bit more organised and - ooh! - really bloody tired again. 


Yaahhhhhhh.