Before I began dating James, my longest relationship had been about… one year. Maybe two. I felt like something was wrong with me, because of that. When I used OkCupid, some people’s profiles would say things like: “If you haven’t yet been in a relationship for longer than 2 years, don’t bother messaging me.” (Way harsh, Tai.)
On Sunday, I officially entered the third trimester. Apparently, the first trimester is hard (sickness, weirdness, body changing, mind adjusting, getting your head around hospital appointments and nobody telling you what it’s all about and all the things you need to find or buy), the second trimester is easy, and then… the third trimester is hard again (back pain, lots of discomfort, wanting it to be over, pain and more pain). So, yay! I’ve got that to look forward to.
I went to Burning Man last year. There are so many things I could say about it. The hardcore preparation work you have to do (we were in a team of about 20 people, with one quite experienced leader, and we were all assigned tasks beforehand and afterwards – like buying enough water for everyone!). Eight days with no internet, no screens, no shops, no money being used. A city that is built almost overnight, housing 60,000 people in a semi-circle, then it disappears completely again – only the pure desert is left. How most camps have a theme, like Barbie Death Camp, where hundreds of Barbie dolls were posed in different situations where they were going to their death. How the other half of the circle has enormous artworks placed randomly, and you stumble across them while riding around the sand, on bikes…
It’s kind of amazing to have a lifestyle where sometimes there is paid work, and sometimes there are free days. When I was starting out trying to get freelance work, I had too many free days and I lost perspective of how fantastic they are. Then I had 3 months of paid work, almost non-stop, and when that came to an end, the contrast of free days was bright and powerful again. During those 3 months, I didn’t have the time, energy or right frame of mind to nurture myself in simple ways, with simple routines.
Scorching heat. Amy takes the last step from the gravel road onto the long, healthy grass, and lifts her feet up, left, then right, and slips off the heel straps of her sandals, and carries the shoes by the straps as she saunters further down the hill. She stops at the edge of the trees’ shade. She raises her shoulders, then rolls them backwards, standing with better posture than before. She stretches her arms out in front, clasps her hands, and pushes the palms of her hands towards the stage below, making a good stretch of it, tilting her head from side to side, as though warming up for a run. Her face is calm.