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Today's observations
Jan. 7th, 2007 06:56 pmIt is very odd indeed to be sitting in a restaurant, happily enjoying a japanese lunch, overlooking the Tower of London out of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, on the other side of the world from home.
I learned to take risks today. This I feel to be a rather important lesson. Nae, I didn't learn to take risks; the lesson was merely reinforced after being introduced way back in Vancouver. Granted, today's risk-taking was of an entirely different nature, but still, yay!
I went iceskating (overshadowed by the Tower of London, Tower bridge and Tower Hill. o_O.) with Jane today. I haven't fallen over on skates since I was small. That is not, however, to say that I am any good at skating. I would love to be better, and have longed for such for a long time. Today, I set my mind to teaching myself how to cross my feet one over the other whilst going around a corner. It took a while, and a lot of courage, and altering my balance, and working on principle from having two feet on the ice, to then trusting myself enough to lift one foot off while taking the bend, to setting the lifted foot down in front of the other foot, then finally crossing it over. I achieved this about a minute before the skating session ended, then, about 5 seconds before the bell went, as I was repeating the manouvre, I totally stacked it. I didn't do myself any damage, and actually almost managed to regain my balance, but in the end I fell over. And I felt so exhilarated! It was great! In taking a risk, I managed to take myself somewhere I'd never been- I managed to improve upon previous, well-known but very limited skills. Yay!
I so want to take iceskating lessons come winter back home. Eeee! *bes enthusiastic*
So, as you may have gathered, we went to Tower Hill today, though we didn't go inside. We went skating, had lunch at Wagamama, people-watched, ate icecream in spite of (or perhaps because of) the frigid weather (and took great pleasure in laughing at ourselves as a result), stopped via St Paul's (where evensong was in progress, and as I listened to the sermon I philosophised, and unsurprisingly came to the exact opposite conclusion to the priest in the moral of his story. Hee! Yay for atheism! The music was pretty but the organ was out of time with the choir...
I learned to take risks today. This I feel to be a rather important lesson. Nae, I didn't learn to take risks; the lesson was merely reinforced after being introduced way back in Vancouver. Granted, today's risk-taking was of an entirely different nature, but still, yay!
I went iceskating (overshadowed by the Tower of London, Tower bridge and Tower Hill. o_O.) with Jane today. I haven't fallen over on skates since I was small. That is not, however, to say that I am any good at skating. I would love to be better, and have longed for such for a long time. Today, I set my mind to teaching myself how to cross my feet one over the other whilst going around a corner. It took a while, and a lot of courage, and altering my balance, and working on principle from having two feet on the ice, to then trusting myself enough to lift one foot off while taking the bend, to setting the lifted foot down in front of the other foot, then finally crossing it over. I achieved this about a minute before the skating session ended, then, about 5 seconds before the bell went, as I was repeating the manouvre, I totally stacked it. I didn't do myself any damage, and actually almost managed to regain my balance, but in the end I fell over. And I felt so exhilarated! It was great! In taking a risk, I managed to take myself somewhere I'd never been- I managed to improve upon previous, well-known but very limited skills. Yay!
I so want to take iceskating lessons come winter back home. Eeee! *bes enthusiastic*
So, as you may have gathered, we went to Tower Hill today, though we didn't go inside. We went skating, had lunch at Wagamama, people-watched, ate icecream in spite of (or perhaps because of) the frigid weather (and took great pleasure in laughing at ourselves as a result), stopped via St Paul's (where evensong was in progress, and as I listened to the sermon I philosophised, and unsurprisingly came to the exact opposite conclusion to the priest in the moral of his story. Hee! Yay for atheism! The music was pretty but the organ was out of time with the choir...
