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i slept from 7:30 pm to 11:45 am. *NEEP*
and that's the major news for now.
haven't written in a while. ohwell. will catch up later.
right.
my parents have decided that my 2.5 year old sister must now go to a climbing gym every week.
this is perfectly logical.
what's more, they have decided that i must go every week as well, to train my sister.
this pleases me not. i do not want to when they want to. because it will definitely not coincide with the times i wouldn't mind going. i spent more than two years of my life training in some form every day, going to a gym at least twice a week, putting my heart into it, however sleepy or grumpy or weak i felt that day, i would train.
then i stopped.
it's behind me, it's history.
every time i've been in a climbing gym since then, i've felt... lost? misplaced? outofplace? something not belonging there.
every once in a while, i DO want to climb again. and then, had i a car and license, i would go and climb.
but whatever. my family wants my sister to start absorbing climbing vibes right now, at two and a half years, and i must go with them.
this will happen once every weekend until school is over, and sometime during the week over the summer.
my offer is:
would anyone like to join me?
even if you don't know how or whatever. i can teach people, and it would be so much better with someone not related to me there...
i shall stop now. i have to go anyway - first trip is right now.
haven't written in a while. ohwell. will catch up later.
right.
my parents have decided that my 2.5 year old sister must now go to a climbing gym every week.
this is perfectly logical.
what's more, they have decided that i must go every week as well, to train my sister.
this pleases me not. i do not want to when they want to. because it will definitely not coincide with the times i wouldn't mind going. i spent more than two years of my life training in some form every day, going to a gym at least twice a week, putting my heart into it, however sleepy or grumpy or weak i felt that day, i would train.
then i stopped.
it's behind me, it's history.
every time i've been in a climbing gym since then, i've felt... lost? misplaced? outofplace? something not belonging there.
every once in a while, i DO want to climb again. and then, had i a car and license, i would go and climb.
but whatever. my family wants my sister to start absorbing climbing vibes right now, at two and a half years, and i must go with them.
this will happen once every weekend until school is over, and sometime during the week over the summer.
my offer is:
would anyone like to join me?
even if you don't know how or whatever. i can teach people, and it would be so much better with someone not related to me there...
i shall stop now. i have to go anyway - first trip is right now.