September 15, 2013
While taking a suggested break from editing my first novel, I confused my pea brain. Where do I channel the daily frustrations of revising a manuscript? I wrote a short story, trying to perfect it before entering a contest, and will write another. I post monthly on my Living with CML blog, http://www.marycrocco.wordpress.com. I read, I consider, and I swim at the local athletic club to clear my misunderstandings of life – oh yeah, and to exercise. Wait a minute, swim is a lie, I walk and kinda swim for two hours, which is another story I’ll tell you about later on, if there’s interest.
Where was I? Oh yeah. Wanting to have some fun with writing, I named this blog, ‘Considering’, because I consider everything. For this post, I will consider how much I love being in the pool, considering how fat (yup fat, no sugar coating) I look in my bathing suit upon entering and exiting. I will consider the great job the water does of concealing my body from the neck down, helping me forget what hides underneath, while making me feel thinner. I will consider if I’ll ever reap the rewards of my two hour, ‘this feels so good’ routine, and I will consider how much I love being the only person in the pool.
That’s the beauty of a 24/7 athletic club. Don’t start considering conclusions of your own as to why I fancy going solo, because the reason may be unexpected. It has nada to do with cellulite, and everything to do with – well, let me begin by saying, I have attended every single aqua class offered at every hour of the day and night. Self-help gurus consider it unhealthy to spend day in and day out alone, hence I forced myself to socialize. But I gotta tell ya, I can’t do it. I’m not anti-social and I don’t mind crowds assembled for a reason, but the small groups huddled together for mindless conversations are another story.
To prove I’m not a schmuck, when I exercised in between daytime organized classes, I was nick named, Teacher Mary, because I helped women overcome their fear of water (hugging the side of the pool in torment was unacceptable) and assisting women when being asked about an exercise in my routine. As a retired teacher frequently presented with ‘teaching moments’ in a variety of life situations, I do enjoy helping men, women, and children, if and whenever I can. Now back to considering the reason why I swim solo. Let me consider for a moment whether to confess. Hmmmmmm. Ok, here goes – I hate groups of women. Phew! I’ve said it, now I’m considering if it was a wise decision.
Let me explain, there is nada worse than the general conversations of women. Exchanging recipes and cleaning hints, gardening, fashion trends, and shopping. I have no interest in any of these. Oh, don’t let me forget the men bashing dialogue. Considering how I love men, this drove me to consider finding a time suited for my own convoluted thoughts.
I hope I haven’t alienated any women from continuing my blog. Please consider reading so I can further explain. I don’t hate women, just groups of them. In my experience, a group of women fester conversations evolving around typical women stuff. I consider being raised an only girl having three brothers, and then married twice and having three sons, the root of my lack of girly interests. While some women in the same situation may be extra girly, what can I say? This is me.
I hate flowers, jewelry, (although I do enjoy nice earrings); getting dressed up in fancy clothes and hairdos. To give you an example, I’m writing in my boxers and tee shirt, both are my favorite attire. When I go out to get the mail, it annoys me that I have to put on pants! Did I mention I’m long overdue for a Super Cut?
Where was I? Oh yeah, considering my effort to arrange a time where the pool was all mine, paid off. Going after midnight, guarantees I’m one of two or three people, but I would miss a few laughs from Late Late Night with Craig Ferguson or Jimmy Fallon (love the Roots), so I go a little earlier. There are a handful of people, but mostly men! Did I mention I love men? We talk, laugh, and have a good time while exercising, considering the lack of discussion about recipes, cleaning, gardening, fashion, and shopping. No matter what situation, in or out of the pool, I always gravitate towards men and never regret it. I’m not pushy or domineering, I just prefer men.
Considering the length of my first entry, I will consider ending with this consideration – I’m considering writing this blog daily considering what I considered for the day. Today my consideration was how to fill the void of editing my manuscript, which resulted in creating this blog called, ‘Considering.’ I shared my nightly two hour exercise schedule along with some (riveting) personal tidbits.
Your turn – would you consider reading another considerable post? I promise I will consider never using the word consider again.
Please consider (I only said I would consider never using the word) leaving a comment for me to consider.
Thanks for your consideration.