A kiss.
November 30th, 2010
I froze. One of the password challenge options was, “The name of the first boy (or girl) that kissed you.”
How could I forget something like that? Yet, there I was – staring at my Mac, drawing a blank. I have no trouble remembering the last time I was kissed and most days it doesn’t seem like the two were separated by (gulp) 39 years. Isn’t it short-term memory that vanishes first?
Now that I was thinking about kissing, a new anxiety welled up inside me. Would I, do I, remember how? Would I poke someone’s eye out? Would I break my nose, chip a tooth?
“It is like riding a bike,” someone said.
No it isn’t. Riding a bike requires balance. An unexpected kiss, even an expected one, can throw you quite off balance. And that’s a good thing that feels pretty similar regardless of age, in my experience.
Maybe the later stages of life really do bare similarities to the first. Here I am, like I was at almost 13, wondering if I’ll ever be kissed (again). Not much I can do in the way of practice but perhaps work on the breathing part in yoga class. That should improve my balance – in standing poses!
Always, Trix