So I am single again. Funny how these things work out.
For a good decade I thought that I couldn't be loved and that there was no way I'd ever be able to open my heart to someone again. I was wrong.
For that, I owe her my life. Perhaps someday I will write more about how I feel about this. For now all I will say is that I asked a strong, brilliant, and beautiful woman to share her life with a damaged man consumed with being the best father possible and despite the difficulties she made a good try and helped me to heal.
Today I managed to add the skin to one section of my wheel. Wow what a hassle. I literally burned the skin off my hands doing so. The blisters are so bad I don't know how I'm going to be able to fly on the trapeze tomorrow or even spin this weekend. I'll manage somehow.
After really ripping up my back muscles practicing on the catch trap I got an amazing massage by my friend Tim last night. It turns out that for an old man like myself the period before I get catching down to an art is going to be filled with moves where I substitute muscling into place for grace, poise, or competency. I can tell this is going to be worth it. My two biggest difficulties are going to be the back pain until I learn to balance the transition into the wrap and the desire to push up higher and higher in my swing. I'm pretty sure you aren't supposed to have so much swinging that you forget the person you catch ;-)