But we had a fun date . . . on my end, I went to yoga before we met for sushi at our favorite place in the old hood, and Leeor went to the Page, a dive bar that we'd always wanted to frequent but never did.
There we were, swaying to soulful music by the young, talented Sharon Van Etten and I missed the kids dearly. Nearly fell asleep on the cab ride home. Was in OB clinic by 8 am the next day and thank goodness for early rising kids because I actually got to see them a little before I slipped out of the house at 6:57.
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Leeor and I both had to work today; my mom and his parents all pitched in to watch the kids and it was a win-win for everyone. I swallowed my guilt about missing bedtime and went to a show in the city with a girlfriend. It was at a small venue South of Market, a place I've been before to watch earnest performance pieces. Tonight was no exception. I felt envious during the first piece, found myself thinking, "I could do that!" as the dancers rolled onstage. I felt the old charge of needing to learn movement.
It was good to feel that. I went back to therapy recently with my old shrink and one of the first questions he asked was if I was dancing these days. The fact that I'm not gives me my own personal assessment; the way I felt tonight, watching this piece unfold on a marley floor was confirmation of my suspicions--I need to create. I created two children and that was tremendous; I created a career that continues to blossom. And. I need to create more.
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So that's it for my Saturday night. No photos of the kids, just a lone mama rambling while everyone sleeps and I try to unwind from a crazy week. I can't wait to see the kids in the morning! But for now I am just sitting on the floor being me, thinking about art and dance and how much I love my family.
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We all must hold on to what we loved in the beginning. That is part of the essential core of who we are.
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