I’m not typically one to rave about the sports, but this is amazing! I didn’t even know this sport existed before viewing this footage. I’m an instant fan. I also want to experience it for myself, (preferably with no audience.) I’m reasonably sure I’d spend a good deal of my float time bashing into the walls while screaming; not that it would dissuade me from trying repeatedly. Kyra Poh makes it look easy, though. I think this is the type of footage we should broadcast to aliens.
Nine days until the Fleetwood Mac concert. Part of me wants to camp out in the parking lot until it’s time for the show. I already have my ticket and have practiced driving there twice. I’m excited! I’ve made a few contingency plans on the off chance my car breaks down, or the garage door refuses to let me out of the parking garage. Nothing I can control will prevent me from seeing this concert. Nothing! Muahahaha!
I’ve been trying to write this post all day, but I’ve taken many breaks to dance, jump up and down, sing, and generally fail at containing my anticipatory joy. I’m going to be in the same space with Stevie Nicks! Words cannot express how happy I am about this. I love her and am so glad she exists. She’s taught me much by what she’s shared through her music and interviews, and it’s provided me with comfort and strength. Music is powerful, and I don’t think I’d survive without it.
I’m on the brink of a new project with four other autistic women. I don’t have much to share at this point, but it’s where I’ll be dedicating my (hyper) focus for the next five years, at least. It’ll be my fourth career, in a way. First I was a soldier in the Army, then a full-time student, a software engineer, and now this new project. I’m probably not a multitasker. I do best when I give all to a single endeavor. It works for me. When I feel pulled in multiple directions, I tend to shut down altogether, so I’m glad I know this about myself.
Also, I think people who can juggle several things at once while still giving their best to all are incredible. I tend to stare at them in awe, despite getting busted for it often. If I had a dollar for every time I’ve been caught staring, I’d be hella rich. I’ve consciously tried to stop doing it, but with no success. I suck at remembering if I can see people, they can see me too. If I were a decent photographer, I would take a damn picture, don’t you know. 😂
Next week is going to be busy. I have an appointment with an eye doctor, dentist, and the concert. I’ll also be meeting with the director of my local VA hospital and a Mental Health Professional before the dental appointment, to discuss my recent complaint of abusive treatment there. I’m low-level stressing about all three, but my excitement over the concert has all worries in an illegal sleeper hold. Yay. (I should probably knock out a few more difficult things while in this nothing-can-bring-me-down state of mind.)
On top of everything, I got an email from a dear friend I met on Twitter (before I recognized I’m social media impaired, SMI.) 😂 It’s a good thing Amy Lee already taught me I couldn’t die from being too happy. I have to say, though, if I get to choose, I want to die from overwhelming joy. I’m off to beat my drums while smiling like the doof I am. ✌🏽💜