i go on and jump, give it a try

"i don't care if i should fall, i never bruise
i go on and jump, give it a try
checking the parachute see if it flies
if i should break my neck i'll make the news."

apparently i'm so cool that I spend my Friday nights in Manhattan as a 22-year-old whining in my blog. okay it was way after having fun time and was teetering on logical Saturday morning.

emotions always stir when i see Bryan Fenkart perform. people who love (good) music usually have that one artist they *really* connect to. the night before last i had the fortune of seeing John Mayer, who a friend of mine will follow around to a borderline questionable part. i know several people in the Dave Matthews cult. Counting Crows also have a very loyal following. thankfully bryan is less expensive to follow around.

despite my deliriously tired and overlyemotional blog last night, i do feel like i'm getting stronger. yesterday, the "thing that i did for myself" was going to be to go ice skating. maybe it was inspired by the women's artistic program, or maybe this reflective mood has me grasping at my figure skating days at the Polar Cap getting cut off by stupid hockey jerks. but i think mostly i had ample time and it sounded like a lot of fun. the Pond and Bryant Park was shut down, as were both rinks in Central Park because of the weather. really? the weather is too bad to ice skate in? so i mustered up every little touristy nugget i had left and made my way down to Rockefeller center. would i rise once again and land a toe loop in the most populated ice rink ever?

unfortunately the only thing more unreasonable than the cost was the wait. so hot chocolate and watching others seemed like a good idea. i'm one of those 'people-watching' types, which sounds a lot creepier than it should. i'll just go with i'm 'a human nature observationist.' it was fun to see those taking their first steps on skates and a couple people who could land jumps against the wish of the figure skating police.

my last post discussed going out on a limb and how their is more value in that limb snapping than not having the courage to crawl up that limb in the first place. it's kind of like jumping. when you jump, you either land or fall. yes you can two foot the landing or fall out of the jump early, but ultimately you are on your feet or you are on your butt. either way, when you dig that toe pick into the soft ice and take off into rotation, you are risking that you will end up on butt down instead of blade down. if you are good, you land more than you fall. if you are great, you pick your butt up and carry on. if you are lame, you turn it into a blog. if you are smart, you are observing it over your white hot chocolate from dunkin donuts safe and warm tucked behind glass. this makes me smart and lame. and hopefully a little bit of the first two.

take that Scott Hamilton.

-k.