Lovely Readers, remember how the Layout finally succumbed to my wiles in July? WELL.
The Layout dumped me. After ONE catch.
All the ways it used to go wrong resurfaced. There was no lift, either no rotation or too much rotation, I didn’t look at the catcher, I traveled.
This melodrama carried on for weeks. I could go into a dramatic re-enactment of my unrequited affair with the Layout, but I’ve been there and done that. So I played a lot of Taylor Swift songs during that dark time. In my head, the Layout had morphed into that douchebag of a boyfriend in the ‘I Knew You Were Trouble’ music video, him with the great jawline who eats hopeful hearts for breakfast. The more I listened to the song, the more I realised that the song, eerily and perfectly, encapsulated my feelings and my farce of a relationship with the Douchebag Layout. The only bit that needed changing was where she sings, “And I’m lying on the cold hard ground”, when it should be the cold hard net.
Luckily, before everything spiraled out of control, the wise and wonderful Carleen intervened.
Hello, Lovely Readers!
I hope you’ve had a wonderful summer! I had the best summer ever. It matters not what you did this summer, this is my blog, and I insist that my summer was the BEST.
What did I do? LOTS OF FLYING TRAPEZE AT GORILLA CIRCUS.
Sorry, I will shout a bit less. But that is WHAT JOY DOES TO A PERSON. I keep wanting to find a hilltop so I can SHOUT from it.
OK, for real, less shouty from now on. Here are some reasons why my summer was
THE BEST the best.
After nearly two years’ hiatus (I quit my job and had little money), I am back flying with Gorilla Circus! Oh my gosh, have I missed it. The majestic grand volant! Flying outdoors in gorgeous Regent’s Park! The Gorilla Circus family! Have I mentioned before how awesome the instructors at Gorilla Circus are? Super awesome.
Speaking of hiatus, it’s been, err, five months since I last updated this blog. I’m sorry. I was feeling a bit poop about flying once a week. I tried reverse psychology where I persuaded myself that flying’s no fun anyway. “I don’t miss it. I can wean myself off. I can totally be my own person. Yep.”
I started skipping flying trapeze classes at Circus Space, classes I’d already paid for with my savings. I was very close to quitting flying altogether, until two of my nieces visiting from Norway said they’d heard from their mother and my mother that I was a flying trapeze maniac and that I better prove it or I’m a liar. No one calls me a liar!
So I booked us all in for classes at Gorilla Circus. Continue reading
Hello Lovely Readers! Long time no interacting on this blog, how has winter been treating you? I understand that winter is off-season for many of you who fly outdoors, so here’s hoping that you’ve been able to cope somehow.
If you remember my previous post, you’ll know that my flying schedule has been impacted not by weather (my main circus school is indoors and follows the school term), but by the health and availability of flying trapeze teachers. Flying less, from three times to once a week, has been really tough! Sometimes I forget that I fly at all, other times I want to rip my hair out in anguish and despair. This craziness cannot go on! So I’ve come up with a few coping mechanisms.
Hello Lovely Readers! It’s been a while since I mooched around here, how have you been?
I’ve had some super lousy news! My main flying teacher at Circus Space, who teaches two of my three flying courses, has injured her back. She is one of my favourite flying teachers, smart and strong as well as beautiful and with many creative talents! So I am sad. And as a result of her injury a lot of my flying classes the past few weeks have been cancelled. Continue reading
Hello Lovely Readers!
I’m in the fierce and furry gorilla grips of NaNoWriMo (an online challenge to write a 50,000 word novel in the 30 days of November), so I’m going to try to keep this blog post short!
I really enjoyed the latest post by Adult Beginner, where her friend went along to a ballet class to watch. The friend made a lot of interesting outsider-perspective observations, and I especially liked the bit where she noted how different dancers treat themselves when they make mistakes.
Go easy on yourself.
I love the way Adult Beginner writes. It’s always light yet thoughtful, friendly yet respectful, and never preachy or boring. And then I mulled over how I respond when I make mistakes, which reminded me of my so-called secret.
Apropos of Halloween! I thought I’d share with you a real story of how a rather innocent question of mine sparked what might be my most terrifying flying trapeze experience yet.
You see, Giles doesn’t get paid to catch. He volunteers (he might even have to pay to come to the class, I don’t know), and yet no one really asks him what he wants to catch. So last week, I asked.
“Not that I have a big selection of consistent tricks to catch or anything,” I hastened to add. “But if there’s anything in particular, then I can try to work on it.”
I’ve asked him this before, and he had shrugged his shoulders a bit and not said anything. This time, however, he said, “Have you tried Day Pah?”