I stared at this blank blog post for a while trying to figure out if I should wait until I actually got some sleep prior to typing. I just got off work and weighed the decision to write or watch a few episodes of Law and Order (SVU of course). I always feel this intense inspiration when I’m exhausted to write, but I also like to have some Mariska Hargitay and Ice-T in my life too. Since I have spent some time way from blogging, I talked myself away from the television. Plus I know I’ll be super lazy in the morning to think up the half thought out ideas I got going on right now. It’s probably just a sign that my brain is running on 1% and is so excited for sleep that it just cannot stop moving until my head drops down on the pillows. I'll avoid that and just keep typing.
When I created this blog I figured it would be a good place to share pieces of life. Then I began to worry too much about what I should and should not disclose. Is my life even interesting enough to me? It can be really easy to write about things you know other people haven’t experienced, but since most of my audience lives and breathes the steel town city, what could possibly make my writing telling? Maybe it’s really not and never will be. And maybe it shouldn’t be up to me. Whether I stay a yinzer or relocate to a new city I think I owe it to myself to save some stories along the way. As I run on my 1% brain power, I better stop running after this idea that I need to have one focus because that is a waste of good energy, so I better pull my attention to the very fact that I like writing about myself, and what I do, and people I know and places that intrigue me. Finding little reason to do the things that I do makes me way happier anyways. Credit should also be due to the copious amount of yoga in my life right now, which is a topic I’ll spin to next.
A month ago I walked into the yoga studio—where I’ve started my teacher training—a little differently. It was the day of our orientation and I couldn’t believe how quickly the day had finally arrived. I had just ended a 7-day juice cleanse with my two aunts, so I had rid my body of all the excess shit that tends to take up space in our lives, and my body was still very alert from the rich antioxidants from the juice. I had arrived 15 minutes early—heavily anticipating the idea that I’d feel unprepared and uncertain; however those feelings never became apparent. Even as I rolled out my mat and took my place, I had only felt a calmness sweep over me. I honestly felt 100% certain and absolutely aware that I was going to do this thing. Not only was I going to do it, but I was going to really be in it.
So it begins. I’m at the studio all the time. Honestly it’s really not a bad place to call your second home (or in my case 3rd/4th home since I also tend to live at my sisters’ houses occasionally). Most likely if you strike up conversation with me I’m going to mention how I haven’t showered and I’ve just come out of a steamy class and feel really good about my ‘dancer’s pose’ today---?? What? Yes that’s me, beware or embrace it. I made a special page dedicated to my journey to the beginnings as a yoga teacher, which will most likely be the only section I update for the next 3 months, so if interested you can follow or easily avoid.
I’m sure there will be plenty of weeks when I will be resistant to practice and resistant to write about it and others that I’ll feel lost without those two elements. But such great life lessons derive from practice that I believe I’d be at a loss if I didn’t take the time to record some of them. Plus I’ve already thought of some playful titles that I can’t simply let go to waste.
While my cat Giorgio made it pretty difficult to type up this entry, and actually started nipping at my toes for not petting him to sleep, I’m closing my eyes, hitting publish, and then hopefully fading away quickly into dreamland.
When I created this blog I figured it would be a good place to share pieces of life. Then I began to worry too much about what I should and should not disclose. Is my life even interesting enough to me? It can be really easy to write about things you know other people haven’t experienced, but since most of my audience lives and breathes the steel town city, what could possibly make my writing telling? Maybe it’s really not and never will be. And maybe it shouldn’t be up to me. Whether I stay a yinzer or relocate to a new city I think I owe it to myself to save some stories along the way. As I run on my 1% brain power, I better stop running after this idea that I need to have one focus because that is a waste of good energy, so I better pull my attention to the very fact that I like writing about myself, and what I do, and people I know and places that intrigue me. Finding little reason to do the things that I do makes me way happier anyways. Credit should also be due to the copious amount of yoga in my life right now, which is a topic I’ll spin to next.
A month ago I walked into the yoga studio—where I’ve started my teacher training—a little differently. It was the day of our orientation and I couldn’t believe how quickly the day had finally arrived. I had just ended a 7-day juice cleanse with my two aunts, so I had rid my body of all the excess shit that tends to take up space in our lives, and my body was still very alert from the rich antioxidants from the juice. I had arrived 15 minutes early—heavily anticipating the idea that I’d feel unprepared and uncertain; however those feelings never became apparent. Even as I rolled out my mat and took my place, I had only felt a calmness sweep over me. I honestly felt 100% certain and absolutely aware that I was going to do this thing. Not only was I going to do it, but I was going to really be in it.
So it begins. I’m at the studio all the time. Honestly it’s really not a bad place to call your second home (or in my case 3rd/4th home since I also tend to live at my sisters’ houses occasionally). Most likely if you strike up conversation with me I’m going to mention how I haven’t showered and I’ve just come out of a steamy class and feel really good about my ‘dancer’s pose’ today---?? What? Yes that’s me, beware or embrace it. I made a special page dedicated to my journey to the beginnings as a yoga teacher, which will most likely be the only section I update for the next 3 months, so if interested you can follow or easily avoid.
I’m sure there will be plenty of weeks when I will be resistant to practice and resistant to write about it and others that I’ll feel lost without those two elements. But such great life lessons derive from practice that I believe I’d be at a loss if I didn’t take the time to record some of them. Plus I’ve already thought of some playful titles that I can’t simply let go to waste.
While my cat Giorgio made it pretty difficult to type up this entry, and actually started nipping at my toes for not petting him to sleep, I’m closing my eyes, hitting publish, and then hopefully fading away quickly into dreamland.