Cool, calm, karma?
On Friday night I was really excited.
I thought I'd restart my Park Run career and front up to New Farm on the Saturday morning.
I was so committed that not only did I set my alarm for 5.45am and then 6am for good measure (allowing for two 7.5 minute snooze sessions) I also laid out all my clothes. There was no getting out of this one.
5.45am came around. I woke up, sat up, and realised I had a pretty good excuse not to go frolicking through the park.
My neck issue had reared its ugly head….well neck.
This happens on average every three months. Usually it takes some heavy duty moshing, a dance class, or even rapidly pulling off a hoody to put my neck out.
On Saturday it just took sleeping awkwardly and when I say awkwardly, I think I just woke up tilted about a cm to my left.
The earliest I could see a physio was 8.45am. This meant I was awake for three hours with nothing to do but wallow in my pity.
Later that day when I caught up with mates for brekky, they took great pleasure in telling me there was something marvellous occurring behind me and giggled when I had to turn my chair 180 degrees to view it.
I thought about my past week, and wondered if being exhausted from being involved in too many activities might have led to me hurting my neck.
Impossible.
But anyway, I'll tell you what happened last Saturday, the week before the aforementioned neck crisis.
Can you tell I just enjoy the word, 'aforementioned'?
I took one look at my bedroom and without a spare path to walk through, I decided that not only did it need a desperate tidy, but a change in the furniture arrangement was also in order.
Hate to get all 'metaphorical' on your arse, but I currently feel like I'm at the bottom of a mountain and about to hike to the top.
There are a number of busy things going on including having just started a new musical, so my next three or so months are going to be rather full on.
I thought about getting a bit of clarity in my life and looking at my room, I decided I'd get a little 'hippy' at the same time. I Googled how I could achieve the best 'feng shui'.
Actually I Googled everything but feng shui.
Fungshui, funschway, fengsoi, chop suey.
Receiving the info I needed - which was pretty much a diagram - I moved all my furniture around by myself which was by no mean feat considering my furniture is rather heavy.
An example is my cupboard. It's filled to the brim of random things; my Penguin classics book collection and some costumes like sparkly hats and feather boas - all of which kind of make me look like I moonlight as a stripper.
Anyway, pushing my furniture around I somehow reorganised my room and it was like a breath of fresh air…hmmm….does that saying apply to reorganised rooms?
My housemate, Jess came home and I was so excited, "Did you see my room?"
After inspection she said, "Did you Google feng shui?"
I sure did!
I thought sorting my bedroom would give me the ultimate karma in my general life and not just enhance my sleeping time.
I'm pretty sure the next day I got a speeding fine.
The next day I threw a pretend tantrum by throwing a pamphlet on the ground. As I did this, my thumb collided with my knee.
Considering I'm typing this blog, my thumb's probably not broken - if it was, I may need to revert to 'vlogging', the communications tool that renders people even more awkward than being a generic 'blogger'.
This is how it would go: "Hello friends, I vlog now" *crickets
The next day I was walking to work while looking at my iPhone and felt something crunch underfoot.
I thought for a moment it was dog poo.
That was until I realised I'd trodden on a decaying bird.
Species irrelevant.
A few days later was the Saturday when I injured my neck.
On the Monday, I was recovering from the previous day's strenuous musical rehearsal, made even more strenuous because I was dancing while trying to keep my neck still (must have looked hilarious). At work and while talking with a colleague I suddenly and simultaneously got a cramp in my groin and glut.
I didn't know what to do or what to point to the ceiling in an effort to rid it.
I can't remember what happened the next day and then the next, but things seem to be coming good now just as my room starts to resemble the previous tip.
Actually, on proofing the above, I've realised all my so called 'incidents' are things I could have controlled. Note to self: Be aware of speed limit changes, stop being consumed by my mobile phone, don't be dramatic and throw a tantrum, stretch after exercise etc etc.
It's nothing to do with karma at all!
Funny that…
Or should I say, "fengy that"….
I'll show myself out.
I thought I'd restart my Park Run career and front up to New Farm on the Saturday morning.
I was so committed that not only did I set my alarm for 5.45am and then 6am for good measure (allowing for two 7.5 minute snooze sessions) I also laid out all my clothes. There was no getting out of this one.
5.45am came around. I woke up, sat up, and realised I had a pretty good excuse not to go frolicking through the park.
My neck issue had reared its ugly head….well neck.
This happens on average every three months. Usually it takes some heavy duty moshing, a dance class, or even rapidly pulling off a hoody to put my neck out.
On Saturday it just took sleeping awkwardly and when I say awkwardly, I think I just woke up tilted about a cm to my left.
The earliest I could see a physio was 8.45am. This meant I was awake for three hours with nothing to do but wallow in my pity.
Later that day when I caught up with mates for brekky, they took great pleasure in telling me there was something marvellous occurring behind me and giggled when I had to turn my chair 180 degrees to view it.
I thought about my past week, and wondered if being exhausted from being involved in too many activities might have led to me hurting my neck.
Impossible.
But anyway, I'll tell you what happened last Saturday, the week before the aforementioned neck crisis.
Can you tell I just enjoy the word, 'aforementioned'?
I took one look at my bedroom and without a spare path to walk through, I decided that not only did it need a desperate tidy, but a change in the furniture arrangement was also in order.
Hate to get all 'metaphorical' on your arse, but I currently feel like I'm at the bottom of a mountain and about to hike to the top.
There are a number of busy things going on including having just started a new musical, so my next three or so months are going to be rather full on.
I thought about getting a bit of clarity in my life and looking at my room, I decided I'd get a little 'hippy' at the same time. I Googled how I could achieve the best 'feng shui'.
Actually I Googled everything but feng shui.
Fungshui, funschway, fengsoi, chop suey.
Receiving the info I needed - which was pretty much a diagram - I moved all my furniture around by myself which was by no mean feat considering my furniture is rather heavy.
An example is my cupboard. It's filled to the brim of random things; my Penguin classics book collection and some costumes like sparkly hats and feather boas - all of which kind of make me look like I moonlight as a stripper.
Anyway, pushing my furniture around I somehow reorganised my room and it was like a breath of fresh air…hmmm….does that saying apply to reorganised rooms?
My housemate, Jess came home and I was so excited, "Did you see my room?"
After inspection she said, "Did you Google feng shui?"
I sure did!
I thought sorting my bedroom would give me the ultimate karma in my general life and not just enhance my sleeping time.
I'm pretty sure the next day I got a speeding fine.
The next day I threw a pretend tantrum by throwing a pamphlet on the ground. As I did this, my thumb collided with my knee.
Considering I'm typing this blog, my thumb's probably not broken - if it was, I may need to revert to 'vlogging', the communications tool that renders people even more awkward than being a generic 'blogger'.
This is how it would go: "Hello friends, I vlog now" *crickets
The next day I was walking to work while looking at my iPhone and felt something crunch underfoot.
I thought for a moment it was dog poo.
That was until I realised I'd trodden on a decaying bird.
Species irrelevant.
A few days later was the Saturday when I injured my neck.
On the Monday, I was recovering from the previous day's strenuous musical rehearsal, made even more strenuous because I was dancing while trying to keep my neck still (must have looked hilarious). At work and while talking with a colleague I suddenly and simultaneously got a cramp in my groin and glut.
I didn't know what to do or what to point to the ceiling in an effort to rid it.
I can't remember what happened the next day and then the next, but things seem to be coming good now just as my room starts to resemble the previous tip.
Actually, on proofing the above, I've realised all my so called 'incidents' are things I could have controlled. Note to self: Be aware of speed limit changes, stop being consumed by my mobile phone, don't be dramatic and throw a tantrum, stretch after exercise etc etc.
It's nothing to do with karma at all!
Funny that…
Or should I say, "fengy that"….
I'll show myself out.
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