Not a lot of drawing lately, mostly a lot of biking (it’s actually summer now, and I know I gotta take advantage of every chance I can to enjoy the warmth and sunshine and gorgeous skies). But being the klutz I am, I took a tumble off my bike on Friday biking along the lakeshore to Dave’s baseball game (thank you to the strangers who made sure I was okay). I’ve got a giant bruise across my thigh and I’ve been doing a limpy walk since… but I didn’t want to be scared of biking so I made myself get back on my bike right after the accident and then made myself bike right past where I fell.
On Saturday I was up in Markham to watch the older munchkin do a dance recital thing at the main street festival (so precious!). The smaller munchkin had a balloon tied to her wrist but it undid itself and flew away. She pointed at it with her chubby finger while my sister exclaimed in Cantonese, “Oh, it’s flown away.”
I wish I got a photo of the yellow balloon drifting away. We watched it sail up and up for a long time, til it was a tiny dot in the sky and we lost track of it. When I was a kid balloons gave me so much anxiety because I’d be terrified of losing them, so much so I’d rather not have one at all. Even watching the baby lose her balloon gave me a little twinge in my heart. I wonder if my therapist would suggest something about my fear of loved ones flying away and never coming back (don’t go!).
I like biking because I get a break from dwelling on stuff that upsets or worries me. I’m just in the moment and it feels really good. Besides when I go flying headfirst into the pavement. Glad I was wearing a helmet.
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