Feel like I've been a bit all over the map lately; not in a bad way but just a bit more scattered than usual.
I dyed my hairs again, this time a bleached blonde. I was highly uncertain that I wanted to let my stylist (even though I luuuuuurve her) bleach my locks but then I decided, what the hell. It really is only hair. And I love it. I feel like a little nordic elf and a colleague told me it looked very modern, which jazzed me. I came home right after having it cut and I took lots of photos of myself wearing one of the vintage dresses I bought last summer. That's normal, right?
Also, I have ventured into the very scary place of taking singing lessons. As part of Fit for 40 I promised myself that I would try to learn something musical. As a kid, I was never put into piano lessons (which was really common with other kids my age) and no one in my family (aside from my paternal grandfather) participated in musical lessons or activities. The closest I ever came to being taught music was in my grade 7 and 8 elementary classes where, in the early 1980s, music education was still considered part of core curriculum. We sang, in younger grades, and in grade 7 we learn to play a wind instrument of our choosing (I started with the alto sax and moved on to the trumpet). In grade 8 we were given the opportunity to play a stringed instrument (I chose the double bass, mostly because I didn't want to be 'girlie' and play the cello). I remember being taught rudimentary (and I mean really basic) sheet music reading (Every-Good-Boy-Deserves-Fudge) and a lot of words and ideas that still sort of mean something to me (time signatures, measures, rests, clefs, what a whole note vs a half note looks like when you draw it, etc). But in a nutshell - I was and still am - a music theory and performance neophyte.
I never cared about this, particularly. My version of pre-teen geekdom was not band club. I was more interested in visual and literary arts then, something that has remained true to this day. But, if getting older means poking around in areas of my life where I haven't spent much time and pushing myself into uncomfortable places in order to experience personal growth, then I am going to try. But man these voice lessons have been nerve-wracking. Don't get me wrong, my teacher is lovely and kind (and she has a beautiful voice) but it is really, really hard to put myself out there in a public space - even if public is only a little music room in her house. We aren't following the Royal Conservatory of Music's program but instead she is teaching me how to strengthen my range, tone and ear through exercises and selected songs. I'm actually kinda interested in some of the music theory but for now I am happy to just soak up anything and everything she wants to teach me.
What else.......... I haven't been riding a ton over the last couple of weeks but I am okay with that. The days that I have been out have been full of fall colour and I am again feeling so much love for the place I call home. We had a really fabulous summer weather-wise and so far that has continued into fall.
|Goat Trail - September 22|
And in a week I am going on vacation - which I am really looking forward to. Plans have come together sort of last minute but I'll be spending ten days between Vancouver, Victoria and then Portland. I'll be visiting friends in all three cities and I am looking forward to catching up with them. Truth be told, I am also excited about eating at good restaurants and imbibing yummy cocktails. Oh, and this place. I am pretty excited to spend a bit of time trying on some fabulous frocks.
By the time I get home it will be the very tail end of finter and I will have to turn my mind towards snow and cold weather. Maybe, just maybe I'll be ready for it this year.