I was drawn to aerial arts from the first performance I saw. Perhaps that’s because I love airplanes, and flying. But propellers and horsepower aren’t what I mean. In saying “aerial arts” I mean, basically, circus stuff. Some old-school, iconic stuff like trapeze and lyras (a circular hoop), but aerial arts also includes straps and silks, and other things I’ll fail to give proper mention. Silks are my favorite. And a few years ago I looked for classes.
The closest class I could find was 150 miles away. Darn. Portland, Oregon, has several aerial arts schools and after moving here last month–coincidentally, I swear–I contacted the two who’s Web site spoke to me. I think I signed up that day.
Before I experienced the intense muscle contractions required to keep myself aloft and properly wound in curtains of chiffon, [click to continue…]
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by Fawn on April 15, 2011
Some of us learned from the best (thanks mom) on how to devalue ourselves and dive into the pit of “I’m not good enough,” or cute enough, or rich enough, or whatever enough. The reasons why, or the frequency in which we end up here, are irrelevant. What is relevant is the solution.
“Yes!” you may say. “I want to feel like a million bucks, regardless the balance in my bank account and the number of times a year my mother doesn’t call. …But how?”
Well, it’s really pretty easy, once you [click to continue…]
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by Fawn on August 20, 2010
The following six invest-in-yourself suggestions are a continuation of Me Amoeba’s previous post, Time is Money: Invest in Yourself. Click HERE if you missed it. The investment options below don’t have to cost much, but you will have to spend some time on them. [click to continue…]
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by Fawn on February 23, 2010
Inspired by a program called 100 Day Challenge (seen previously on Me Amoeba), I’m in the middle of an aggressive effort to achieve five specific goals. Goal number six—I know I said five but seven demanded attention—is to “routinely run four consecutive miles in less than eight-minute miles, injury free.” Goal specificity, they say, is a must. Never having run an 8 minute mile before, and still mending a torn ligament that required weeks of RICE and self-prescribed physical therapy [click to continue…]
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