Monday, September 23, 2013

Show and Tell

As I was downloading a some pictures I just took off my camera, a couple other things popped up that I had completely forgotten about but had wanted to share with you. Like, weeks ago.


So today instead of the one thing I was going to show you, you now get three random bits of my life that have nothing to do with each other.


How does an aspiring yogi test out her class flow? She tapes it to a chair and squints, that's how!

Homemade miso soup. I made this with my first cold and I was so proud of it I wanted to share. It was SO GOOD, y'all

Tomahto has a wee accident this weekend. :-( I came home from teacher training and found this. High winds were the culprit.

This is Tomahto's new home. Although I'll be bringing her inside tonight. I don't know what the prognosis is, but she perked up once she got back into some dirt and was watered. She's got a broken limb though. Poor thing.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

What the Heck Am I Doing Here, Anyway?

This weekend marks my second to last yoga teacher training weekend. When we meet in October, it will be for testing and graduation.

Holy fuck this was a fast 9 months.

Today as part of the training we will be practice teaching small groups of each other and there will be an experienced yoga teacher with each group to give comments and feedback. I am freaking out, yo. I mean, I have a sequence and I've done it a few times and I like it well enough but I haven't practice taught anyone.

Because my dirty little secret is I don't know if I actually want to teach yoga.

There are people in my class already teaching. They teach anyone and everyone they can get their hands on. Parents, significant others, friends, strangers on the street... this is their calling and they are throwing themselves into it. Some are already teaching actual classes to actual clients. I couldn't be happier for them.

But the question for me is, why the hell am I doing this if I don't want to teach?

I am not the only person in the class who is asking myself this question, but we are in the minority. For me, my motivation was not necessarily to teach (except maybe to bring in some extra money during the slow times at work), but rather to go on the journey. I wanted to delve deeper into the theory and philosophy behind yoga. I simply wanted to know more. I was in a bad place when I started this journey and I hoped it would shed some light and maybe help me through the dark times. And I also wanted to have more knowledge about the poses so I could offer them up to clients who wanted stretching homework.

This journey is ending soon, but it's already put me on the path to my next journey and for that I am grateful I don't think I'd have gotten there without it. I'll get through the practice training. I might fumble for the words and make mistakes, but then again even highly experienced yoga teachers do that from time to time.

I keep telling myself I am among friends, I am among people who truly want me to succeed, and it will all be OKAY. I don't know what the future brings; maybe I'll end up being one of the most sought-after teachers in the area. Maybe I'll never teach another class after my test next month. Who knows? Either way, this journey has had a profound effect on me and I will remain eternally grateful for this adventure.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Women of Power

This past Thursday, I went to one of my body worker friends to receive some Sound Balancing Therapy. She is taking a training on it and needed a warm body to practice on. As I'd never received this kind of work before, I was interested in experiencing it.

The session itself was fascinating and there was definitely some releasing going on (hence the 2nd cold in one month), but that's actually beside the point. My friend and I were talking about stuff and she made a passing comment along the lines of how difficult it can be for women of power to find significant others.

So first off, yes, I'm still working on getting over Ex. Almost there. Yes, I wish I'd shut up about it too.

Secondly, Women of Power. That phrase resonated with me. It made sense. A woman with a strong sense of self, someone who is confident in herself and her abilities. Someone who has done the work to get where she is (professionally, personally, whatever) and expects the same from others. She expects the same from others because she is wholly confident that they are capable of those achievements, whatever they are.

A Woman of Power need not be a Type-A business woman. I'm certainly not. Well, okay I can be a bit of a perfectionist but Type-A people tend to make me uncomfortable. But I am, for the most part, self-assured. I've worked hard in my life, professionally and spiritually, to be where I am now. I am fully capable of taking care of myself. I'm strong.

Maybe I'm too capable?


No one should compromise who they are in order to make someone else more comfortable. If they truly wanted to be in my life they would accept me for who I am, just like I should accept them for who they are. When I look back, I don't see myself asking anyone to change; at least I hope I didn't. I'd like to think that when they said "you know what I'd like to do?" I replied with "you should go for it!"

What I did expect from them was to keep promises, to treat me right, and to hold up their end of the relationship bargain. Apparently those expectations were too much for them. Which means they weren't right for me.

So onward this Woman of Power goes, looking for her Man of Power.
My Man of Power should bring monkey bread. Apparently I'm powerless against it.

Monday, September 9, 2013


Sunday was the most magical day for me. The morning was low-key and relaxing. I had scheduled a massage with my friend again and we ended up spending more time talking than massaging, but it was what both of us needed. We are both really exploring our intuitive/energetic side and I think we were both feeling kind of alone in our experiences. We spent a couple hours comparing notes and just telling each other we weren't alone.

I felt so open and happy after that... but we weren't done! We are both going through the same yoga teacher training, so we hightailed it to a yoga class we both needed as part of our training. When we got there, the place was PACKED. Several of us ended up assisting in the class instead of participating. It was a phenomenal experience.

The theme of the class was "all you need is love." And oh, how the love was flowing. The energy in that room yesterday was amazing. This was the first time I had done any hands-on assists with strangers, and it was an uplifting experience. One person came up to me and thanked me for an assist; apparently the one thing I offered was the thing that opened up the entire pose for her.

Leaving that space yesterday afternoon and returning home, my heart was so very open and I felt like I was floating off the ground. It lasted the rest of the night, and in to this morning too.

My words are simply not living up to the wonderfulness of yesterday. How amazing and wonderful to have this experience. I am so grateful.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Giving Credit Where Credit is Due

I don't worry over much about my credit score. I don't check it yearly. I don't really ever think about. The only time I do is when I go in to buy a car or something (and now you know where this is coming from). I pay all my bills on time. It is a rare occasion that I've forgotten or misjudged a due date, but if I have I pay it immediately. I've paid off two car loans and a student loan. I always manage to pay off my credit card. In fact, I purposely keep my credit card limit at just $3,000 so it ensures that I will be able to pay it off.

My credit is pretty damn good.

So it was with irony that I listened when the finance manager at the car dealership told me I had "a thin file" and he had to convince a bank to work with me.

You would think that banks would line up to work with me. I'm a good bet. I don't ask for what I can't afford to pay back. And I do pay it back, in a timely manner. I am a Responsible Person... and they don't make any money off responsible people, do they? Responsible people alway pay on time so there are never any late fees. We also try to pay the loan off early, meaning the banks get gypped on interest money coming in. In fact, so many people figured out about the paying down early thing that some loans now carry a penalty fee if you do pay it off early.

I'm caught in the ol' Catch 22: banks love to see stellar credit numbers, but if you're responsible enough to have a good number they don't want to work with you, because you pay everything on time and don't ask for more than you need.

Kind of flies in the face of every last thing I was taught.

Friday, September 6, 2013

Let's Not Go There, Shall We?

I think I've written before that one of my neighbors in my apartment building keeps trying to get me "to have a beer" with him. I keep turning him down, politely. The main reason being he's a solid 10 years younger than me.

But I realized recently that there was another reason why I kept declining his friendly advances. I actually talked with him a bit Sunday night and the more we spoke the more I thought "OMG, he's a younger version of Ex."

I SOOOOOOO do not need that.

Yeah, it might be fun to have some fun with a younger guy. But I am in too good a mood to bother with a guy with that many issues. Fun or no.

So, no thank you. Not gonna happen.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Garlique and Tomahto

Well, Garlique is no more. I pulled her out a few days ago as Tomahto was becoming very demanding and taking up the entire pot. I feared she would get choked out. This is what she amounted to:

Cute, eh? Apparently I'm lucky I got that much as garlic is supposed to winter over and be a spring crop. It was very tasty in the omelette I made a couple days later.

Tomahto is doing very well for herself.

She is loaded with fruit and I cannot wait to see how big these tomatoes get. I'm guessing they are cherry tomatoes but I won't know for certain until they start turning red.

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Fair Daze

I went to the Champlain Valley Fair yesterday. Lights! Food! People watching like never before!
I rode this. After eating. I'm brave.

Fried twinkies, fried dough, fried snickers ON A STICK

French fries and fried pickles. Nom.

The Tums aren't deep fried. I asked.

A "ride" where you climb up to the top of the scaffolding and jump.

We were trying to get someone to climb up on it and take a nap, but no one would.

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