I was trying to sing that song. Are you now singing it in your head? What is it called when a song gets stuck in your head? There's a term for it. BRB--I'll look it up. EARWORM! It's not as cool as I had built it up in my head. But there it is. Roller coaster. . . .♫ ♪
It's been a great weekend. Had dinner with some wonderful women I attended the Midlands Writing Project with last summer. Saw three of my favorite girls in their gymnastic recitals on Saturday. Unfortunately, they were all about 2-2 1/2 hours apart, so we wore a trail in the road back and forth. They did great, all three, and I am not at all biased! (Just ask me.)
Today I went "Curvy Yoga" at Lotus Yoga Center, here in Lexington. What a wonderful experience! It's in a place in Lexington called The Old Mill--and it is. I love The Old Mill, and I love the room where Lotus Yoga lays its mat. My first impulse was to do a Vlog there. I don't know if my video would capture it, but it can't hurt to try.
Last night, had a little moment when I was scrolling my Facebook feed. I came across someone's post and there were a couple of awesome names within the post. My first thought, "When I have a baby, if it's a boy, that'd be a cool name for him." And then it hit. I won't have a baby. As I think back, since my surgery in September, I've done that on several occasions with different things; however, this is the first time it hit me, "Duh, that's not going to happen." It was a moment. In the past I talked about adopting a child from the DRC (Congo), or adopting an older child from the US that needed a mom, or even fostering. I've even talked to several people about these ideas and contacted some agencies. What I did not tell anyone (other than Phoebe) was that about a year ago I began looking into in vitro fertilization. Looking back now, I'm glad I didn't tell anyone else because it is no longer an option. (The others are, I know.) I think the full reality of that fact hit me last night. Damn Facebook--see what you did! Hahaha. . . .
Today at yoga, I battled some anxieties about not being able to do it "right." And definitely not as beautifully as the yogi. But Alma and Deb put my mind to rest--and rubbed some lavender on my wrists to help me relax. It was a wonderful experience. But it wasn't until Savasana, the relaxation pose at the end, that I realized how hard it is to shut my mind off and just be. I was thinking of everything from wishing I had taken some Accelerate before I went to the studio, to incorporating some of the poses into our theatre warm-ups, to thinking of what I would blog, to my Xyngular business. I guess that is why when you "do" yoga, it's called "practicing yoga." One of the other wonderful women in attendance suggested that I meditate more often to give my mind some time to relax. That may be a good idea.
Of the many wonderful thoughts I had and lessons I learned during this two hour workshop is how much what we do is connected. In therapy we talked about accepting myself where I am now, and not where I was 10 years ago or where I want to be in 10 years. I've also had similar conversations when I went to Spiritual Direction sessions, with my chiropractor, when I had a physical trainer, even in some writing classes. We talked about that today, as well. The same is true--multi-venue, maybe not all--with relaxing and letting the thoughts drift from my mind and not dwelling on them, and remembering to breathe. (I have a horrible habit of holding my breath in when I'm exercising, etc.) Maybe my life is too compartmentalized? The lesson the Universe wanted me to learn was to bring all aspects of me into all areas of my life? I'll ponder that for awhile.
I'll leave you with one more thought. As Alma--the yogi--was talking about our breathing, something else popped in my head that prompted me to create the following collage:
This week I'm going to mindfully focus on giving back positivity.
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