I posted before about why I decided to join the team I have. The whole premise and ideals of this team, the positive energy which abounded, the boss lady who wanted things done right or not at all...
I went back to derby training last week for the first time in nearly 7 months, the first time since Mum died. It was a very different league I walked into. Not sure if it is the one for me anymore, not sure if it was a one-off and the disgruntled, unhappy vibe won't last. Am going back this week, have decided to give it a month and then see. Maybe this is not the league for me, maybe the changes to the hierachy and attitudes are not what I need anymore.
But I'm not ruling it out just yet. It may have been a bad night.
I hope so.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Holy crap! Remember my despair when I thought it was gone? I had looked at times, then life dragged me into the depths of loss. I had not checked for months, then on Christmas Day guided by only the one who was missing... I looked. And there it was. Me. Nothing more could convince me to be who I am. Madmother. Hellion on wheels. I am going to fight through age, weight, fear. I am going to SKATE!
Fuck it. What will be, will be.