One history lecture, one stage play, one coffee workshop, and one grant proposal writing course; my last payout has afforded me these out-of-apartment activities that I'm hoping will inspire something other than myopic introspection. If I'm lucky, I could end up embarrassing myself in front of some industry hotshot and have plenty of material to cannibalize here on my blog.
There's one more interesting activity from Meetup.com, but I'm still undecided on whether I should participate. Rappelling off a 700-foot mountain sounds exciting, but doing it for the first time with perfect strangers might be two notches too dangerous. I can invite friends, but how do I even broach the subject? “Hey girl! 😆 Wanna forfeit your life? 😜👻”
But first things first: I should sign up at a rock climbing gym to check if I'm even cut out for this kind of
bondage sport. I really want to go rappelling, to be honest. Everything else I signed up for are too city-bound, too potentially superficial; too much consumption and too little action.
But who knows? I could be wrong or I could end up embarrassing myself.