I was driving on the Westside Highway this morning, leaving New York City around 10am. I had the latest npr chatter on the radio, while my mind was sifting through it’s to-do lists and trying to trouble shoot a few projects that I’m presently in the midst of.
Cell phone rings. Looked at the #..not ready to take that one. I’ll return it later.
My head was not made to multi-task..wish it were. Once I go past four or five items, my head starts to automatically purge little pieces of data. Angela can force feed me more Omega than exists in a stream of spawning, freshwater salmon, but it just seems that the older I get, the fuller my cerebral in-box gets. And the fewer the hours on the clock to tend to it all.
But then on the horizon..Wham-O! I saw it! Not gonna go as far as to say enlightenment, but perhaps a smidgen of it, with a dash of interconnectedness. There on a little grassy patch, on the (east) side of the Westside Highway..with cars whizzing by at 60+mph..was a woman hula-hooping. I kid you not.
Don’t know Who.
Don’t know Why.
But “How Great is that?!”
I’m sure she has her lists and concerns, which are just as important to her as mine are to me. But you know what? When she woke up this morning she wanted to hula hoop. So, you know what she did? [brief pause] She hula hooped! Didn’t bother a soul in the process.
Mind you, I’m no fan of hula hooping per se..not against it, but no fan. My point is, we need to learn from hula hoop lady.
Work hard, but take the time to enjoy life so that you respect it.
Love this! It reminds me of a time when I was 16 and interning for Senator Hatfield. My aunt was driving, and we were stuck in D.C. traffic. I mean really stuck, too. We looked around and everyone had signs of stress on their faces. Fingers were tapping in steering wheels, and the atmosphere was getting tense until some bubbles started drifting in and around our vehicles.
Some brilliant adult several cars ahead had opened his window and had begun to blow children’s bubbles. You could almost feel the atmosphere change. Tapping fingers reached out to grasp at bubbles, and smiles broke through stressed facial lines. A way cool experience.
Thanks to you and that hula hoop lady for bringing back that memory.
Love it!! Thanks for sharing Chrissie
it’s funny you wrote this because I just learned about the hula-hooping life style. Yes, you read it right. Lifestyle.
My husband runs the Gov. Council for Physical Fitness in Colorado and recently at the Cherry Creek Arts Festival had a hula-hooping event to get people interested in fun fitness. Well, not just the artsy people hooped with Jeff’s hula hoops; plenty of people arrived with own hoops. Collapsable hoops, homemade hoops, you name it. Here’s what else I learned: Stand with one foot forward and it will be easier. Also, get a larger sized hoop. Like these out of sprinkler tubing – http://imaginationsoup.net/2011/07/here-come-the-hula-hoops/
Hooping. It’s the new step aerobics?
Lifestyle…hmm? Thanks for keeping us in the loop Melissa!
Hey, good to find someone who agrees with me. GMTA.