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Live as if you liked yourself, and it may happen:
reach out, keep reaching out, keep bringing in.
This is how we are going to live for a long time: not always,
for every gardener knows that after the digging, after
the planting,
after the long season of tending and growth, the harvest comes.- Marge Piercy


I need to work out more with weights. No, No, really, I can see you smiling at me, but I do. I need to pump some iron. I used to be triathlon ready. That was when I was thirty-one. Before the baby, marriage, working full-time, attending grad school. But, lo and behold after years off the photo film circuit I get a call to lens a movie, for pay. Now I realize my body is soft and that lifting 35 pound cameras is going to be tough, that injuries might be involved if I don't get back to pumping some iron. I am sort of stressed about it.

Then today I lift up my 45 pound six year old, toss him over my shoulder spin around until the world swims and  collapse in the grass. I don't break. I feel great. I am laughing. So we do it again, and again. Spinning like tops. I am strong. I might not be working out at the gym, but I am running with my son, painting the shed, fixing the car, baking cupcakes for every function imaginable and weeding the garden. I am active and yes, a little softer, too. And that may be why I got the call to shoot this film. The call that I didn't get ten years ago.