Two times in the past few months, I’ve mentioned roller skating, to two different people. Both times, the person I was talking to suggested I take up roller derby.
“What about me says roller derby that two people now have suggested it?” I asked the second person yesterday.
“Well, it would be a good way to get out the anxiety and frustration you feel,” he said.
It’s that obvious?
And I thought I hid it so well.
Of course, neither said anything about it until I mentioned roller skating. But upon mentioning that hobby from my youth, which I still love, both suggested a sport in which I’d wear knee and elbow pads, a helmet, and a grimace as I shoved past other women, perhaps pushing them into and/or over a railing.
I gave this some thought.
I’m a firm believer that when something comes up more than once there’s a reason.
I looked into roller derby in my area. There are teams. I have skates.
Then one of the women who loves it mentioned on the website about the blood. …. … … Oh, no, no, no can do. I could never be a vampire either.
So… maybe the message is to find a way to deal with anxiety and frustration that’s been coming my way, and twas not a message to lace up my skates and pounce.
Well, I could go skating, pleasantly, calmly, in circles, perhaps to the greatest hits of the 80s. That would be relaxing, and wouldn’t involve the blood-induced fainting that’s sure to ensue if I decided to whip it, whip it good.