People who know me, know that I often feel the need to stretch. I'll break into stretch as a character in a musical would into song; I'll be going about my business, and bam, I feel the need to expand and extend, to enlarge and distend. Really, I have often thought it to be a way to reevaluate my physical awareness and capabilities - a cause to reach and continue from one point to another. I think the urge was borne out of one of my voice lessons at college, where my instructor advised that I stretch and bend over, and life would have a new and easy meaning; the day's events would somehow brighten as I curled upward. And guess what? No matter what - I feel better after a good, deep stretch.
Now, "the stretch," has taken an all new meaning and status. The stretch of time looking for a permanent job, the length of it, of reaching out to people I know, I have worked with, and people I don't know and perhaps will work with at some yet undisclosed time in the future. And of course, there is the matter of stretching my patience beyond the ordinary and normal limits; of extending my scope in my job search, and being a human putty, malleable, flexible, adaptable, stretched hither-nither, until I hit the final stage of search. And then, what a satisfying stretch it will be! I think I'll celebrate this occurrence with a split, or at least I'd attempt one. I'd be an elastic, ecstatic Elena. A supple Sue. A flexible Fanny. And as my teacher said, life will be brighter apres la stretch.
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