To fail or not to fail? etc etc

Today, I forgot my gym clothes, but I was already at the gym and the trainer was waiting for me, so I went kickboxing anyway.

Verdict: not very comfortable, but not as much chafing as I'd feared, as long as I didn't try to knee anything. Normal swivelling and rib-level kicking were okay.

I miss my boy-jeans, a pair of worn hand-me-downs from my older brother. I wore them until they tore one day in the university cafeteria. They were probably about twelve years old by then (thank you iruka11 for the jacket, still and again! You saved my butt -- literally :-))


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I've been thinking a bit about the need to fail -- or rather, the need to have room for failure. I don't think it's coincidence that I had my greatest bursts of productivity when I wasn't afraid of the consequences of failing.

I promise myself to fail more is probably not the best resolution in the world, ehehe.

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