How not to relax.

[learnteach]

Went to 5 Rhythms dance tonight. Tried to clear the air with a few people going in, no one picked up phone. Go in, change out, start dancing. Stretch out...lot of sore spots. Get dancing. Friend shows, say hi, we hug. She asks me what you can dance to a particular piece of music (rag cakewalk). I tell her, about 7 words total. Guy comes over, puts his hand on my shoulder, says "Can you take your conversation to the side?" WTF? Whatever. Ok, I'm obviously off center.

So, take a short break, get a drink of water, come back on the floor, start getting back into the rhythm. Moving away from dude flailing to the left of me, start to turn away, he throws arm spastically up and back and smacks me in the face, left cheekbone and eye. I see red for a second, walk off, figure I'm done.

What is it with me in this last week? I've been hit more than in the last 4 months, taken more injuries, had more friends ignore requests or push them, had 3 job possibilities fall through...what is it? What is the message here?

Or is it time to go for the 7 deadly sins in earnest, and start working on Anger and Envy again?

Comments

[gormflaith.livejournal.com]

No lesson, no message. Sometimes there's just a bad run. It will get better. *hugs*

If it's not the universe calling;

[learnteach.livejournal.com]

it's me standing near the speakers at the wrong concert. Time to switch bars?

[lifeofglamour.livejournal.com]

It's not just you. Last week I had 3 strong job possibilities - one of them described as a "sure thing" by the hiring person, and this week *poof* NOTHING. Things are coming up shit this week for some reason.
It's not you. It's a hard time, a dark time, the general feeling of foreboding and smallness is starting to wear into people and they're lashing out and turning small-minded.
It's a time to band together for goodness and light.

[ladiesbane.livejournal.com]

Being bruised literally and figuratively? That's rotten. Sorry, sorry.

I am an absurdist, but if I saw a message, it would be a question: are you in need of catharsis? Some sort of purgative excess? Chopping wood and kneading dough aren't always enough for me, but I am not wired to enjoy smashing crockery or provoking bar fights (which worked beautifully for my dad.) Perhaps the universe is trying to draw out some poison, or keep your blood up for the struggle. Whatsoever it is, I hope you come out on top.

The dance

[learnteach.livejournal.com]

was meant to be the catharsis. That's what makes it funny on many levels. And it wasn't a literal bruise. I've chopped cucumbers and made pickles, and bar fights have never been for me. Think I'll go do some pruning.

[kateelliott.livejournal.com]

Ouch. Hope things flow better soon. Thanks again for driving me and Rhi around. The view from the ferry terminal was amazing.

Lovely to see you!

[learnteach.livejournal.com]

Next time, I'll come over and hang out in the bar a bit, or drag a gang off to another bar.

[kareina.livejournal.com]

Hugs!

Is there a different dance venue available to you? Perhaps this is the week you are meant to do some other type of dancing?

[judith-s.livejournal.com]

Sorry about dance not working for you. I swear it's normally fun. I also left early, although no one hit me.