This is a bit long....
What a day of days.... I've taken a break from figure skating
recently, as some of you who responded so kindly to my post about
having the skating blues would know. Well, realizing that a complete
absence from skating is hurting more than helping, I decided to get my
blades sharpened so that I could start skating again next week, if
even for just one or two hours (as opposed to countless....)
Upon paying for my newly sharpened, deeper-hollowed skates, I returned
to my car and discovered with horror that my window was busted out and
my bag/purse was gone. I was dizzy with shock because just two weeks
ago (to the day), my other window was smashed out and the new
car-stereo was ripped from its place. Gone. Just like that.
I'm terrified to know that the thieves might've discovered such
personal things about me, like even where I skate. They took my last
two skating coupons for the freestyle sessions. They have my ISI
membership card, my USFSA membership, and all the things you carry in
your wallet or purse. I'm looking for a new job right now and they
have my newly written resume, which wasn't backed up because I like to
write before typing anything out. By chance, I was carrying a disk
containing all my short stories, even the ones no one would publish
:).... anything I ever wrote that meant something to me is gone.
I live in a huge city.... but I spent two hours rummaging through the
dirtiest alleyways and garbage cans (thank you, Dad, for helping
me...I love you) until 1 a.m. in the hopes of finding SOMETHING,
knowing that they didn't want my resume or banana or membership cards,
just money or the cell phone that they have now. But it wasn't meant
to be, I suppose.
Today I looked at my beautiful, beat-up skates and was so grateful
that the theives didn't break into my car when the skates were still
there. I thought about the few times when I left my skates in the car
because I was too tired or too hurried to take bring them inside with
me. I will NEVER do that again. The other thing I realized is that
skating is so much a part of my identity. Today, I feel rather like I
don't exist... I couldn't prove who I am if I had to.... But I do know
that I'm going skating tonight anyway and I'm going to appreciate
everything I can and cannot do:) No one can steal that from me. No
This has been a rough day. Thanks for listening.