Hello there!
It has been far too long, my babies.
Not that I have anything outstanding to say, or anything even vaguely interesting, for that matter. I just got tired of seeing my last post. I should at least have something au courant, non? November is SO last year.
I assure you, reader(s), that I'm still here. As for the cybersquatters, be gone with you. (take your weblinks and thoughtless comments)(and leave the furniture - that ottoman has sentimental value).
What have I been up to? Well, I have been entrenched since September, studying away, with the intention of becoming a card-carrying Yoga Teacher.
And while it has been fascinating and exciting, it has been a humongous time-suck. Even more than facebook (really).
(yes, that IS possible)
(who knew?)
As a result of my single-tasking, my house is a toss; our dog gleefully thinks that the dust bunnies that have accumulated under the couches are new canine companions (I'm not about to break his little heart & tell him the truth).
My routines are no more; they've given way for new routines that I must somehow shoehorn in to the existing ones, to create complicated labyrinthine processes.
Our once-mindful food plan has given way to far more take-out than I care to discuss, and we've all suffered thusly.
To wit, I believe that I'm still trying to digest New Year's Eve dinner - I feel like I've got an intact block of Gruyere cheese wedged in my esophagus. Gah.
Yet, with all the kvetching, I am still bordering on euphoric. Because finally, after such a really, really long time along a really, really long path, I think I have found the thing I was meant to do.
I have always been envious of those people who do what they love, and now I think that I just might be one of them.
After what seems like forever of turning inward to imagine that breezy beach in Hawaii, that verdant forest, that still morning lake, I realize that where I am - the here and the now - is my new happy place.
I know it sounds kind of Pollyanna-like, but I can see joy again.
After a difficult few years, I am ready, willing and able to own up to my happiness. I don't need to qualify it, or temper it with stories of struggle or sadness like I usually do. I no longer feel the need to feel guilty about it.
It just is.
And it is quite spectacular.
Not that I have anything outstanding to say, or anything even vaguely interesting, for that matter. I just got tired of seeing my last post. I should at least have something au courant, non? November is SO last year.
I assure you, reader(s), that I'm still here. As for the cybersquatters, be gone with you. (take your weblinks and thoughtless comments)(and leave the furniture - that ottoman has sentimental value).
What have I been up to? Well, I have been entrenched since September, studying away, with the intention of becoming a card-carrying Yoga Teacher.
And while it has been fascinating and exciting, it has been a humongous time-suck. Even more than facebook (really).
(yes, that IS possible)
(who knew?)
As a result of my single-tasking, my house is a toss; our dog gleefully thinks that the dust bunnies that have accumulated under the couches are new canine companions (I'm not about to break his little heart & tell him the truth).
My routines are no more; they've given way for new routines that I must somehow shoehorn in to the existing ones, to create complicated labyrinthine processes.
Our once-mindful food plan has given way to far more take-out than I care to discuss, and we've all suffered thusly.
To wit, I believe that I'm still trying to digest New Year's Eve dinner - I feel like I've got an intact block of Gruyere cheese wedged in my esophagus. Gah.
Yet, with all the kvetching, I am still bordering on euphoric. Because finally, after such a really, really long time along a really, really long path, I think I have found the thing I was meant to do.
I have always been envious of those people who do what they love, and now I think that I just might be one of them.
After what seems like forever of turning inward to imagine that breezy beach in Hawaii, that verdant forest, that still morning lake, I realize that where I am - the here and the now - is my new happy place.
I know it sounds kind of Pollyanna-like, but I can see joy again.
After a difficult few years, I am ready, willing and able to own up to my happiness. I don't need to qualify it, or temper it with stories of struggle or sadness like I usually do. I no longer feel the need to feel guilty about it.
It just is.
And it is quite spectacular.
9 comments:
Doing what you love is wonderful. I cannot wait to get to my happy place....retirement! Good to see you here Baroness Darling!
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(Insert sounds of clapping and whistling, and, if you like, some karaoke-ing but that may not be such a good place so never mind.)
Hooray!
You. Are quite spectacular. Here's to the rest!
Yeah Baroness!!
You are so my parallel personna, though a lot younger. Inside, I am a homeless person pushing a shopping cart through life - finding marvelous garbage and wondering at it. Yoga is great if you don't wind up like a pretzel permanently. Have a wonderful time. CBmum
I love it when what I'm thinking is validated by people I admire...I just titled the post I'm working on "Do What you Love."
(as opposed to "Do WHO you love" which is a whole other thing."
NoeNoe: But you're only 21! How can you be talking about retirement already?
CBW: I have witnessed, first-hand, your mad karaoke skills, madame. They, too, are spectacular. (ok, I may have been a little tipsy at the time...but nevertheless...)
MPM: Back at ya, darling! Thank you, thank you, thank you, for your unrequited loyalty. As Scarlet used to say, "100,000 fabulous points for you"!
FF: Yay you, too! Hugs.
CB Mum: Here you are! What a treat!
I love that you think I'm your parallel persona - I am honored.
And with a line line 'pushing a shopping cart through life' - when are YOU going to start writing? I'm eager for more.
WRH: I currently am lucky enough to be 'doing' both!! Life is good, non?
Just checking in! Love the yoga teacher development--I would SO take your class. Love and hugs from our new mile-high house.
Happy New Year, congratulations, and namaste!
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