Missing Yoga Practice

Last week was kind of crazy with the hubby's b-day and work schedule issue.  Because life got in the way I missed practice.  Ack!  I vowed (NOT a resolution - I don't do those) that I would start this week and go to daily practice after work again.  Get into the groove, the schedule, the Zen of it all.

HA! The Universe ROARED!  HA! 

I got some sort of virus thing that has been roaming around the cubicles at work despite the cold temperatures in the building.  There has been hacking, wheezing, sniffling, sneezing and all the other activities that go with cold and flu season.  Last week seemed to be a contest among some as to who could be the sickest one there at work.  Kids were being sent home from school and daycare with this nastiness so of course the parents go it.  Many of them also came to work feeling rugged because they'd had to use the time to take care of their sick kids first.  They hide it and tough it out. 

Needless to say I acquired a small case (compared to others) and spent the weekend flat on my back either in bed or parked in front of the TV watching the NFL Divisional Playoffs.  Saturday I drifted in and out of lucidity while I watched the Saints fall to the frightening Seahawks. The hubby came home from a day with the guys and fed me soup and 7-Up.  I sat pie-eyed and watched the Colts fall to my beloved Patriots.

 I had slammed back some, Tylenol, Wal-born and zinc lozenges.  I went to bed.  Felt a tad better on Sunday but pretty much followed the same routine with different teams (Broncos over Colts and the Panthers falling to the stinkin' 49'ers.  I hit the hay and got up this morning ready to seek vengeance upon those who had infected me - I went to work.  Dammit.



Of course yoga was completely out of the question.  I would not do that to my fellow practitioners. 
However, I miss it so much but know that I am not doing anyone any favors if I don't wait until I am 98%. Face it - at my age I will never be 100%; just close.

A New Year - maybe some posts?

 

Wow - the last time I posted was May 2012?  Good Maude - where does the year go?

 Decided that this year I would really work on the ol' blog.  Post it up big time; give the few meager readers I got a major thrill.  It all sounded like a good idea but was in NO WAY a resolution because I don't do those - dammit.

So I pull up the blog here and realize that in 2013 I posted nothing.  Nada.  Bupkiss.  Zip. 
I also realize that the few meager followers I had were probably gone too.  Rebrand my ass; rebrand as a dang slacker.  I felt something I had not felt - blogger shame.  I had experience blogger remorse, blogger backlash and even blogger fail but never shame.  That kind of made me feel more ashamed.  However, I realized that was only making it worse so I had to IGNORE MYSELF and just accept my dereliction of blogging and move on.



So that's what I am doing.

I am not even going to give you a "year in review".  That would be just cruel.  To everyone.

Suffice to say that 2013 was a transformative year.  If references are made this year to things that happened last year I will try to give a "back story" to keep you few meager readers in the know.  Otherwise I am starting from scratch with this year.  Keeping it current, keeping it real.

To say that I am disappointed that the Central Farmer's Market has not contacted me to do some yoga classes at the Saturday markets would be an understatement.  I took those classes and am almost half way to yoga teacher certification and by golly I would really like to teach some classes.  I would also like to earn my tuition back and hopefully get a leg up on what I hope is my 2nd career after retirement from the State.  They seemed so anxious for me to start before the holidays.  I didn't because I was still finishing up my teacher training and also finishing up my Christmas shopping.  I put them off until the "new year".  Probably a foolish move.  They are no longer interested in Hatha With Heather.  Bummer.

I will keep practicing and training.  I am motivated and feeling physically better since doing yoga.  Mentally and emotionally I think it helps too.  I hasn't solved all my problems - but close. 

The hubby and I are still adapting to the empty nest syndrome and it gets easier every day.  We took lots of weekend trips last year.  Some successful, some not.  Our big vacation to New England for my father's funeral was terrific which is weird to say but it was. The trip was bittersweet. A hard reason to go back but it brought back great memories and a feeling of going back to my roots. The kids went and there was even a proposal!  So we've got the daughter's wedding to look forward to this year.   Like I said - the year was transformative.  

So this year will hopefully bring more posts.  I downloaded the mobile app and that should help. 
Just be patient with me.

I am still transforming.

the trouble with staying on track

Every intention was set for closing the old blog and starting up this new one.  The rebranding had begun and it felt good.  Like the Burning Bowl and White Stone ceremonies of the first of the year I felt cleansed and renewed; unfettered from the past.  I felt ready to blog again and even got a suggestion from my brother in law that I was going to write about that coincided with the Rose Parade.  A funny family story where my father, holding my 2-year old brother sat through the camp stool he was sitting on.  He landed on his ass on the sidewalk on Pasadena Boulevard.   It's a classic family story and I fully intended to write about it.  However, one thing got in my way - the XBox I got for Christmas.

At first it was good fun with the family.  We'd play Dance Central or another game together.  We would enjoy the dance challenges and work up winter post-holiday sweats dancing to songs that the younger ones knew but the hubby and I really didn't.  There was a fun, silly element of flailing in front of the television.  Instead of parked on the sectional watching television we were up dancing around to this amazing technology that made us the controller in a video game.  With the purchase of a cheapo arcade game we never got around playing Body-Brain Connection because I made a selfish mistake.  I purchased Leela for myself and my life changed. 

Hours were spent trying to align my chakras with this game.  I worked it for almost 2 hours one day trying to get my Sacral Chakra level completed.  By the time I had completed the level my hips were so dang sore.  Not excruciating but that nagging "you are not as young as you used to be" pain.  It was a humbling moment for sure.  On some levels it hurt my feelings but then on another I realized that this was all a part of the adventure we're on.

It was a good thing that the hubby and I went away for a weekend to Flagstaff as it gave my middle-aged body - and psyche - a rest.  We had a great time staying a haunted hotel and having a fabulous meal.  As we did 35 years ago; we danced in the Monte Vista Lounge.  We felt cold and we felt alive. 

A day back and a bear hug later I have a bruised rib to go along with my bruised ego.  I am seeing as a gift from the Universe.  Don't work so hard on your chakras and make it competitive with this video game.  Take it slow.  Breathe.  Blog.