Weeknotes 56 - It’s the cushion that did it
- On Friday I went out to a club night where the DJs only play music by women (Britney, JLo, Xtina, Beyoncé, etc). On Saturday I discovered glitter in my ears. I wasn’t wearing any glitter at the start of the night. No idea how it got there.
- I got my phone battery replaced. Apple did it for £69 and it took only about an hour or so. The phone feels brand new again, so I hope I can keep it going for at least another two years.
- Some of the dance classes I go to are at Pineapple Studios. My partner suggested we watch the docu-soap from 2010 about the place. It’s bad. Firstly, a lot of things people used to say back then are no longer okay. Secondly, it somehow feels provincial even though this is London we’re talking about. I don’t like the format. The show follows people around as they do stuff, but their effort doesn’t take them anywhere in particular. It makes me feel sad. I’m enjoying Next in fashion on Netflix though, because you can see skilled people getting better, and their effort producing some kind of outcome.
- I’m enjoying watching Cheer. I love the motivation and the singular focus driving the athletes in it. They mess up, get up, try again, keep going. Seeing other people commit to pushing through the pain to get what they want is validating for me. It makes me want to believe that anything is possible, as long as I’m willing to put the work in and not give up.
- I put my pride aside and accepted the seat cushion my driving instructor offered me to raise my position. Since then my clutch control got better. I hate to think that maybe it’s the cushion that did it.
- Uniqlo sells trousers that look like regular suit trousers, but are made of a 4-way stretch fabric, suitable for dance. I was very excited to discover them, because I want to look cool when I dance, and that was just the vibe I was going for. When I got them home they suddenly reminded me of a pair of polyester black trousers Matalan had me wear as part of the uniform. One time the back seam ripped when I bent down to pick up a crate of stock from the floor. Nowadays when I do something embarrassing at work I like to remind myself that at least no one can see my butt this time.