Wish it were Thursday.

I started a class, where I revealed myself...and "greatest sorrow". Really?

Bought a new comforter and pillows, coffeemaker and grinder. New.

Prepped the Christmas windows and danced ( well sort of) never really could sway and be smooooth all at once. Practice? no, born talent. Yes, but not this kid.

Is everyone enjoying the summer?

I wasn't sure what shoes to wear today as I am going to an event after work and wanted to wear flats. Which is great for daytime wear but come 10pm my toes would be screaming for cozy somethings. So I opted for nude pantyhose...the flats still look great, obvious and very Coco with the outfit chosen and I get that little bit of extra coverage for the late hours of gallivanting.

I consider myself quite the pro when it comes to multitasking out and about. For instance, yesterday I left home 115ish to make my 2pm appointment But! in the midst of travelling south on the extra slow Sunday train I realized that I needed a nail file. No big deal right...but I really needed one as I had been procrastinating a horrible broken nail fixer upper. My mind started to work out my route since I now had to not only factor in time getting this must have but also how to still make my appointment. I was to get off at College...walk west to? ahhh, yes, I think there is Pharma Plus at the corner of Bay and College...pop in, get acquainted with the layout and head for the nail stuff. Pick quick, pay and walk down Bay to Elm, right on Elm to St. Elizabeth and tada I'm there.

And I did just that. Aisle 3, said a sour man...the sun is out and we are in spring coats! What is there to be sour about when asked where one could fine nail polish ( imagine I would have asked for something as specific as a nail fine...geez, fear! Picked the first flashy hot pink nail file, paid, spontaneous change of route, straight to St. Elizabeth and across to Elm. It just felt right and I'm a believer that when in doubt don't! I didn't and I made it. 

From the top:  class

Writing from the Body is the name of my course. It's a 4 week workshop type class, just 13 of us. I was lucky number 13. Harassing the prof with emails and phone calls gets you places, got me off the wait list. Ha!

It is just what the name says...we write from The Body. From ourselves, experiences, fears joys, whatever our Body is filled with. Very much like therapy. Write it out and get it out. It's amazing how I have been writing and writing but there is still something not connecting my critic to my prose.

We were taught and exercised how to acknowledge our critic. Hear him/her...mine is a she. Listen to her and push her aside when writing. The critic needs to be silenced and awakened when it's time to edit. Keep the pen writing ( keys clicking) even with blah blah blah. Don't stop, continue the simmering, and watch the flavours fill the page. 

So that was class one. Did 4 writing exercises and anticipating Thursdays as if they were Dec. 25. Who doesn't love Christmas morning...well, I am in love with my Thursday's. It's a time to share with my 12 classmates who are all there " because of a passion" one that may or may not fully blossom but one that is here and it feels right.  All together now:

"When in doubt don't" ..... no doubts here.