Not a Good Day to Skate

Today wasn't really a good day. I planned on getting to the rink by 12pm. I ended up going at 2pm just because my parents were busy and they couldn't bring me over just yet. When I finally got to the rink, turns out my blades were blunt. I went to ask to sharpen them but the guy who sharpens blades wasn't present at the Icehouse. Therefore, I was unable to practice properly. I noticed that my blades were blunt when my spinning was really rusty. At least I was able to practice my waltz jump. Unforntunately, I was unable to practice all I wanted. I ended up just skating laps like everyone else in the public skating was doing.

Only one good thing out of all that bad happened though. I was able to think. People say that their best place to think is in their own room or anywhere where they can be alone. Me, however, I prefer some place where there's music and people all around me. My thinking spot is the rink. It seems to be the only place where I can think. I am able to think in my own room but it't not as efficient as when I'm at the Icehouse. The Medibank Icehouse is like my second home - my second room. When I'm there to skate, I feel at home. When I'm there to think, I feel comforted.

Another thing that happened was that this kid came up to me and said, "You're really good."
I smiled and told her, "Thanks."
She then asked, "How do you skate backwards?"
That wasn't the first time someone's asked me that. I've been asked before by someone my own age how to skate backwards. I ended up teaching the little girl how to skate backwards. It was pretty fun but then she had to leave soon.

It really wasn't a good day for me to skate but there must be a reason why I ended up going anyway. Was it to think things through about my personal life? Was it to inspire younger kids about skating? Or was it to just connect with children? I don't know. And I probably won't until the right time comes. Right?