Tuesday, January 12, 2010

me me me it's all about me

Has anyone else noticed there is not enough room for the about me section or do I just run off at the mouth and go on and on and on about myself? Perhaps I don't want an answer to that.

Anyway, here's the full about me

I am a firm believer that if you can count to two then you can dance. I love to dance; I love to frock up, colour up with bright lipstick out, define my eyebrows, hit the elegant places and twirl across the floor. I love those who appreciate dance and sympathise with those who hurt for their passion.

I am rehabilitating from an accident in the very early 70's that was untreated until 1982. Since then I have seen Chiropractors, Physiotherapists, Massage Therapists, Mio Therapists, Acupuncturists, Chinese Healers and attended dance classes, performed dance on stage and started regular pilates classes. I am not here looking for a 'cure' or 'suggestions' for who I might see.

I am an office worker who would love to be doing something more creative and who is addicted to Scotch Finger Biscuits and cups of strong white tea. Low fat or skim milk for me please. For years I was a full cream girl but after many years of low fat advertising and believing it would be better for my health, I cannot drink the full cream stuff now, its too rich.

I am always thinking of new things to make and do and never really starting anything. I write lists and start a diary every year, I plan changes to my wardrobe, my d├ęcor, my furniture, my garden, I vow to do more exercise, walk the dog more often, visit friends and family more and spend quality time with my partner.

Looking back to 2009, I did not socialise much at all. There were the regular family birthdays and such but pretty much, I had no motivation, no energy and was happy to become a homebody. Perhaps it was the new home (moved in 19th January), perhaps the lack of work (no job until late June, not even temporary ones), perhaps I needed a rest, to recover, re-group, review, and reprioritise. It got to the point where I did not even want to leave the house, not only for social reasons but for practical reasons too, avoiding going shopping, even for groceries. I had a real sense of self-denial. No contribution to the household monetarily; no permission to buy anything. Of course, I did not starve to death and there was a small bout of ‘being the little woman’, cooking, cleaning and making the house lovely for my betrothed and myself. I grew tired of this and blamed backpain and lack of enjoyment as after a while the fun had turned to a chore.

My partner is a loving, supportive, loyal, funny, motivated, who is caring and ruggedly handsome and we recently adopted a loyal, cheeky, stubborn, testing the boundaries, very large, very curly, and very black dog. She came through the rescue program at the Lost Dogs Home in North Melbourne.

Oh yeah I almost forgot; I am in therapy.

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