A new me?

I just entered the new millennium, only 13 years late. That’s right! I bought skinny jeans! They will ONLY be worn under dresses and tunics, I promise. Husband and I are going to a gig at a pub together tonight for probably the first time… ever, actually. This chick was FANTASTIC live on New Zealand’s Got Talent, and I am so delighted she’s made it this far south. So in honour of the occasion, I decided I should probably try to look a little more trendy. The jeans are green. I’ll let you know how it goes. Maybe.

I’ve had a dreadful cold which meant I couldn’t sing Allegri’s Miserere for Ash Wednesday at St Paul’s Cathedral (Dunedin, not the famous one…) because I sounded like either a teenage boy or a 90-year-old chain smoker, or both at once. I was very sad. But now I’m getting better – I woke up this morning keen as mustard to get to the gym. I’m liking this new energetic me.

When I was getting ready for bed last night I discovered I had lost my ear spike. It has a narrow centre piece (so it’s not really a stretcher) with about a 2cm long metal spike screwed onto each end. I went looking in body-piercing shops today to see if I could replace it and they didn’t have anything identical, so I’ve bought a real spike instead. It’s not hurting, so I assume it’s not going to stretch the existing hole too much. It’s 2.5mm at its widest. I would have preferred something longer though. There is something, some very deep, rebellious, difficult, spiky aspect of my character which is appeased by wearing dangerous-looking jewellery. When I have my ear spike in I’m much less inclined to rebel against things that actually matter. Like housework.

Theoretically.

On a side note, Husband and I have been asked to speak briefly this evening at a couple’s Valentine’s Day dessert night our church is putting on: two minutes each on the main things that have contributed to our marriage (fourteen years and still going strong!). He’s going to talk about our similarities, and I’m going to talk about how good we are at fighting and dealing with the difficult stuff. I might get into it here some other time.

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Body and soul

I had a 90 minute one-on-one session with a personal trainer at a very new, impressively equipped gym today for … guess how much.

No really. Guess.

Can’t?

Okay. Sixteen dollars. And gym membership is free. I love being a student!

I think I’ve lost about 3 cm off my hips and 2 cm off my waist since I started C25K and doing weights at home. Now I just need to keep up with the programme. I didn’t go running yesterday because it was raining and I’m not quite that hardcore yet, so I’ll need to make sure I don’t wuss out tomorrow. I’m loving how it’s making me feel, and I was happy that I could manage all the exercises I was given today without too much trouble. Also, praise God that I’m well enough to do this at last!

I’m also enjoying being able to say yes to lots of things that I have had to say no to for a long time. I’ve been asked if I can help out the Cathedral choir for the next couple of weeks as they have a soprano crisis, and although I won’t be able to do any Sunday mornings because I’m rostered on at my own church, I should be able to sing Allegri’s Miserere with them for Ash Wednesday. YAY!!! That’s a beautiful piece of music, and whatever the choir members themselves believe, I will be singing it this time in a liturgical setting, not a secular one, and I am looking forward to that.

On the other hand, I would never join the Cathedral Choir. One reason I won’t encourage my kids to join the traditional church choir is because, from my experience singing with a few things with another church choir, the majority of the choir members – including the choir director – don’t believe a word of what they’re singing. Singing Christian music in a secular setting with a (really good!) secular choir is wonderful, and singing or playing with a faith-filled, Holy Spirit-minded team and leader for the purpose of leading a congregation in worship of the Living God is fantastic, but singing the words with a bunch of people who don’t care about their meaning to a bunch of people who should care but no-one cares if they care… is soul-destroying.

It’s been suggested by a visiting speaker recently in our church that having non-Christians in the worship team could be a very good thing, not a bad one. I’m inclined to agree – Jesus was all about people belonging and being welcomed, no matter who they were or what they’d done or believed – but the leader of the team must be guided by the Spirit. Otherwise we’re just putting on a concert punctuated by lectures and announcements, and we might as well sit at home and listen to the radio.