My Head is Harder Than Your Wall
That's what I came up with. I was trying to think of something to write about, trying to think at all through the blasting of Lady Gaga two doors away as my kid took a forty-minute shower and I kept yelling at her about the water bill.
Remember MySpace? I was a late adopter. By the time I found my way to MySpace (mostly to exchange emails with a friend at work whose work email didn't like mine), people were starting to move to Facebook.
Anyway. My MySpace profile wanted a quote, and that was what I used. "My head is harder than your wall." Meaning you're not going to stop me. I'll just bang on obstacles until I get through.
I thought I'd do a progress report, since all of my posts this year have been about my efforts towards living fearlessly. Let's take them one at a time, shall we?
#1 Ice Skating
Refresher: I've been terrified of ice skating due to a fear of injuring myself (in fact, I've always said, "I'd learn to ice skate but I'd probably break both ankles."). That's what kept me from doing anything for 37 years.
So, I was visiting my mother last week, and she'd put together a bag of stuff for me. Toys and clothes for the small, mobile one. A book she'd bought on clearance at Barnes and Noble, and another she'd borrowed from Grandma and that I could borrow from her. Some mail from people who haven't figured out that I moved out ten years ago. A first draft copy of one of my novels.
And something I'd completely forgotten about.