Sex + the city
After work I jetted out to do some yoga. But this is no "let's chant and do some stretching" yoga. My yoga is at 110 degrees. There's nothing like hearing your own sweat dripping onto your bare leg to make you feel alive.
Of course, there are other select experiences that, like copious sweating, are life-affirming. Are you sitting down? Because tonight I had sex for the first time in, oh, three years. Not that it was particularly enjoyable sex -- unfortunately that's an unchecked box on my to do list -- but it's a start! It was safe, and it was with a very handsome European man whom I know and trust. Little by little I am emerging from my shell.
Also, I bought Diary by Chuck Palahniuk. Ever since my boxing lesson I've been in a Fight Club mood, and I really wanted to hear his words echoing around in my head and urging me onward in my quest to live the ideal life.
Of course, there are other select experiences that, like copious sweating, are life-affirming. Are you sitting down? Because tonight I had sex for the first time in, oh, three years. Not that it was particularly enjoyable sex -- unfortunately that's an unchecked box on my to do list -- but it's a start! It was safe, and it was with a very handsome European man whom I know and trust. Little by little I am emerging from my shell.
Also, I bought Diary by Chuck Palahniuk. Ever since my boxing lesson I've been in a Fight Club mood, and I really wanted to hear his words echoing around in my head and urging me onward in my quest to live the ideal life.
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