Adulting & the Concept of Zero
I made it to dance class this week, my second barre fitness class. I could feel it much more in my legs this time, and it was a lot more fun since there were five of us in attendance instead of just me and one other. There were fun conversations about documentaries about musicians vs. bio-pics of those same musicians, what books folks were reading… it was all-over nice to converse with new people. I got a few corrections on my posture when we were doing the barre portion of the class, and it’s made me want to do a little research about proper posture and position for ballet barre exercises. I’m continuing my enthusiasm for seeking out joyful movement, and doing research to improve things always makes me happy.
Husband and I adulted the hell out of today: getting all our tax documents settled, grocery trip, and catching up with in-laws. I also mixed myself a cocktail of emotions by making my last trip to Joann Fabric. I was devasted when I heard they were going out of business, as I have been shopping there my entire life. Some of my earliest childhood memories are of going to Joann’s with my mom, and while she browsed patterns or waited to get fabric cut, I was allowed to go down the button aisle and look at all the different types of buttons (I still remember the little bunny buttons; they were my favorite of the novelty shaped buttons). I would spend forever looking through the Halloween costume sections of the big pattern catalogues too. I’m incredibly sad they’re closing down, but I didn’t let my sadness keep me from taking the opportunity to get the supplies I needed for my current projects at a discounted price. I walked in and got only the supplies I required. I was not caught up in nostalgia nor swayed by discounts to buy anything that wasn’t on my list. If that’s not adulting, I don’t know what is.
Did my twenty minutes on the stationary bike with my bite-sized history book. Tonight I learned that it was, in fact, the Gupta Empire of the “Golden Age” of India that developed the decimal numeric system and the concept of zero, not the Arabs to whom it is frequently attributed. The Arabs got the credit because they were the ones to pass it on to the Europeans. I love that this book is correcting misconceptions I learned about history years ago. I also love that I have absolutely ZERO (thank you, Gupta Empire) guilt over finishing that pint of Rocky Road.
