I don’t have the arm nor core strength I should by now from the frequency of workouts I do. I often resist upping the ante. I will start to lift more weight, push aside fear, and do more cardio. It’s impressive what plans come to mind when leaning against an air mattress while eating jalapeño kettle chips midday. Good plan.
My hair is cut into a bob. Though this can youthen ones appearance when styled just so, it doesn’t do anything for somebody who cannot pull the ends into a low pony tail, nor smoothly side sweep the top under a single, sleek barrette when she needs to. In my experience, when not blown out or when you forget your favorite hair serum at home, a gal with a bob has two choices on vacation when the temperatures are cold and the wind is unkind: bed head or hat head. Some days I prefer Option A, Bed Head: my lopsided head of hair pieced in short’ish cowlicks thanks to falling asleep with damp hair. On other days I like Option B, Hat Head: the straggly static-electricity appeal generated from my beanie & faux fur hood. The choices are not great, but at least they are limited.
Welcome to my 555 series! Please read the introduction to this project {here}. Week 5 Post 1 It’s getting cold out here and it’s freaking me out. I am also preparing to go out of the country this weekend where the temps are wet and 10 degrees colder with highs of 45F. I just bought new sweaters and underlayers & own plenty of wool coats to choose from but am feeling stressed. I called Husband at work to tell him I’m freaking out about packing and whined like a sixteen-year old that, “my life is SO hard.” Obviously he hung up.
Welcome to my 5 5 5 series. The objective of this exercise is to write five lines five times a week for five weeks, to get me back into a regular post writing habit. Habits don’t create themselves, after all. The parameters of frequency & amount of sentences/ lines will remain throughout this series, while the topics and format can be varied. Read my introduction here. Wk 2 Post 4 “Yeah, we’re seeing each other, I like him… I mean, he’s okay- at least he SEEMS normal, like he has…. you know… a job.” “What? You haven’t tried coke yet? It’s super fun, you’ll love it!” “Only with you can I mention being drawn to cows chewing grass through wire and get my manifesto in the process!!” “They don’t give a sh!t if I curse in front of them, I mean look at them- they can’t f#ckin’ hear me!” “Gosh I really dont feel like getting sweaty right now, I worked so hard last night to moisturize.”
Welcome to my 5, 5, 5 series. The objective of this exercise is to write five lines five times a week for five weeks about anything. Habits don’t create themselves, after all. The frequency & length remains from post to post, but the topics will be varied. Read my introduction here. Wk 2 Post 2 Writing five lines limits the amount of time it takes for me to overly criticize & dissect a post until I’m convinced that it’s “just right“. Writing five lines frequently during the week means I can repurpose that way-too-unrelated thought that came up just now into another short post tomorrow. Writing five lines is usually very simple. Writing five lines is often very complicated. I’m happy I’m finally on my fifth line for this entry.
Welcome to my 5, 5, 5 series. The objective of this exercise is to write five lines five times a week for five weeks about anything. Habits don’t create themselves, after all. The frequency & length remains from post to post, but the topics will be varied. Read my introduction here. Wk 1 Post 3 Sometimes I wish my whole life could happen under the covers before 5 a.m., without worry or concern for what might shake me within the other 17 hours of the day. That moment when I start to stir before I am supposed to be up, with my eyes just fluttering open in complete darkness. That moment before all the practicality of the day ahead squeezes the romance out of the dawn. This is the moment I wish I could stay in. Is it life or is it us that does the squeezing?
I sound slightly controlling and suspicious. I blame it on the Virgo in me. I am not a ‘perfectionist’ Virgo. If I were a perfectionist I’d have better handwriting and probably not walk around town with my fly down like I did over the weekend or with my pants on backwards like I did the month before. I am a ‘particular’ Virgo. I am a Virgo who is appreciative of order understood in her way, according to her own rules. I am particular with things making sense to me in a specific manner fitting nicely together in a puzzle that I can understand. This doesn’t mean to say I am not spontaneous and often impulsive. Spontaneous with predicted (hopeful) outcomes and impulses that maintain my boundaries are the best kind. So embarrassed but if I can’t admit my quirks to you here and now, dear readers, then when will I? Photo Source: Zelma Rose Zodiac Constellation Necklaces
My busiest thinking comes when I am not supposed to think at all. It begins as soon as the studio becomes quiet, once I take that guided breath, and the moment that first intention goes out. My mental mind dump happens during the worst possible time – during yoga. I have days when I can practice ninety minutes with my mind as clear as spring water, but there are days when I have so much on the brain that Monkey Mind inevitably happens at the onset of Half Forward Fold. It is most inconvenient. Trying to recall if I hit “send” on that private Facebook message I wrote and rewrote for an hour can probably wait one MORE hour. Telling myself I should offer to lead circle time soon in the Teddy Bear Room as I chant OM is not what you’d call being present. Whether or not I should have a carnitas taco on a soft corn tortilla shouldn’t matter at 7:30am doing Triangle Pose. Realizing I didn’t get the best deal for my laundry …
It has been a long time coming, but friends, I am redesigning my blog. The end goal is to have a format that showcases a wider variety of existing content found in Even If Nobody Reads This. I thought about changing the name and about getting an entire suite of new graphics for the blog, but that didn’t feel necessary to me. It’s like when you reorganize your closet for the season. It’s not that you are renovating it, you are just moving useful pieces onto more suitable shelves, purging and mending some items that don’t get enough use, and rotating forgotten things onto hangers in front, while picking up little sweaters that have fallen between stored boots and placing them in drawers with the rest of your knitwear. I reread my content. I made four main categories to start with. I wrote each post title onto a color coded Post It. I have space on each paper to write notes like tags, follow ups, and connections with other categories. With every little task I …
Wake up Oil pull and brush teeth Drink a glass of room temp water Have morning sex Drink water Drink herbal Chinese tea from acupuncturist Yoga Green smoothie and supplements Write morning pages while drinking water Smile at hanging poster of kittens in a teacup Bang out two posts that will undoubtedly go viral Have homemade lunch while editing and planning out the calendar Chat on speaker phone with a friend for 20 minutes while doing lunges (burpees optional) Drink more water Style and shoot indoor photos Lay out plan for tomorrow’s post Reply to email and leave insightful comments on followed blogs Schedule playdates with friends for the upcoming week Eat an apple, drink water Hit the pavement for errands and the mid afternoon walk Smile at senior citizens waiting for the bus Buy fresh produce Have a banana at 5 o’clock Write down ideas from afternoon walk while sipping on green juice Make dinner Facetime with mother Shower, brush, floss Have evening sex Go to bed knowing tomorrow I am going to wake …
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