Vines need to suffer to create a grape with character—Guest on Rick Steves Europe
Hm. Vines, too, eh?
I am not an athlete, but I have heard many athletes or sports’ commentators talk about the mental game. This made sense, but in an abstraction. This morning it became visceral as my mind freaked out because I could not see the end of my 5k track. I wanted to give up. Luckily, my car was at the finish line, so I had to persist. Mind over matter. It’s real.
My youngest daughter amazes me every single day, often many times in a day. I watch her more carefully, I think, in part because I’m not caring for a baby and in part because she is the last, so I’m sure my other children were just as amazing but 1) I didn’t have a blog to record this fact and am awful at paper diaries and 2) I’m not sure I was being as attentive, as present, and I deeply regret that. Our youngest daughter has been taking riding lessons for 9 months and, watching her ride today, I realized in a rush what a skillful (for a beginner) and confident rider she has become. I would say I was proud, but I have nothing to do with her achievement beyond giving birth to her and driving her to lessons. This wonder is something she has torn from the cosmos for herself. I simply marvel at it and offer thanks.
Sunny fall days are conciliatory gifts for the fact that we live in a part of the world that becomes so inhospitable over the next weeks. Like chocolate, I’m never sure if they should be gobbled or savored.
I love the promise of weekends. And the fact that, no matter how I squander them, they return again on a regular schedule, offering me a renewed chance of redemption.