take karate lessons

i got so swamped with auditions and callbacks last week that i didn’t go in to take not even one class. it’s the truth but then again, what a cop out. what am i saying? that is so not me. i don’t know what my deal is. am i scared? is this freaking me out or something? is it the change in the seasons? am i running away from my life? i don’t know.

i haven’t been excercising at all, actually. my gym membership ran out weeks ago. i haven’t even been running in the park or doing pilates floor work. if i don’t go to any classes tomorrow, i’m going to implode with guilt.

the bottom line is, it’s paid for—and i’m too cheap to blow it off. the money i’m losing will be enough to motivate me to get in there.

but then i realized that i could box/kickbox if i took karate. so now i want to take karate lessons and go where it leads me.

i’ve already signed up at a dojo in chelsea and i’m all set to give it my all. very exciting. stay tuned.

i want to go out and kick someone in the chest until they’re completely unconscious—or until i feel some kind of satisfaction. i’m not a violent person and so those days don’t come often but lately they’ve been creeping up on me, which is why i’ve been physically exhausting myself at the gym, pummelling my physical self into submission.

it would be cool to learn how to box and to use boxing to condition my body, so i can have stamina and energy to spare, and i can be really strong and lean. and yeah—knowing how to dodge and throw a few punches when the moment arises would come in awfully handy, too.

maybe i love the idea of boxing so much because no one would expect a right hook from a girl—especially a frilly feminine one.