Tuesday, January 28, 2014

A New Kind of Deferred Gratification

So... hi there.

It's been a while since I've writted (so long that I actually did just write 'writted' and frankly, I think it should stay as evidence). A lot of things have happened, many of which have propelled me to a new, exciting event that, in keeping with the rest of my life, also involves deferred gratification.

School is still humming along in the background - I got accepted to Mount St. Mary's DPT program, which is awesome because it was my first choice school, and at the exact moment I found out I was accepted, I developed a severe case of senioritis and almost failed my physics class (who cares about pre-recs when you already know you got in?) which would have put a very big spanner in the works. (Do people say spanner here? It's English (people, not language, though obviously language as well) for wrench.)

[As an aside, I got an email from another school that shall remain nameless (C Sun Northridge) that I was #46 on their waiting list for a class of 32. Which I think means that an entire class and almost a half again would have to turn them down before I could attend. Had I not already been accepted to the school I want to go to, this would have been depressing, but the delicious irony is that I'm lecturing in their undergrad kinesiology department this spring. Will I be able to restrain myself from mentioning this detail? Unlikely.]

But I did somehow pass physics, and I have one more semester of pre-rec classes, and my teaching/traveling work schedule has exponentially exploded in multiple directions, which is how I like it, so all is right with the world.

Or - almost all. One of the things that happened over the past year involved having to make a horrifically painful choice about a relationship that involved the question of becoming a mom (stay and don't, go and retain the option, but no guarantees, was the reality I wrestled with for months). I realized eventually that the slow suffocation of my deep desire to be a mom was already building, and that I couldn't let that be the room tone of my life, as much as leaving the relationship felt like harakiri.

After many months of trying to figure out what the heck happens now, I am embarking on the long process of adoption, which thrills me to the bone, not only for the parenting part that I will get to do, but also for the 'it takes a village' aspect of open adoption. When I describe open adoption, a lot of people think it sounds like a scary bad idea in which the birthmother will inevitably try to take her baby back, but in reality it works out to be a massive extended family of people who understand their roles and are just that many more people who love a child. I'll be using this blog to chronicle the long, crazy road ahead.

This endeavor requires a lot of funds, however, and so I am fundraising for it like this: If you donate $75 or more, you get a private session with me or one of my fitness professional colleagues (yoga, pilates, massage, training, etc). It's been so much fun to 'match' donors and trainers, and so far we've had some great matches take place. I have teachers and trainers all over the world who have generously donated their time, so if this is something you'd like to take part in, check it out, and thank you in advance!