My First Yoga Class

I went to my first Yoga class this evening. I had been signed up for it for a month so I thought I should go to it rather than the lecture at the museum on the history of slavery. I admit that I was torn (I was - I am not joking) and that I really wanted to do both but since technology has not yet developed a useful tool to permit simultaneous physical existence in two locations for very different reasons (video and webcam don't count) I went to Yoga.

At this moment my only regret is that I did not go sooner and that for the last year I have eaten too many burgers.

To end each class there is a five minute relaxation and quieting of the mind. I have not mastered this technique so rather than being blissfully quiet my mind was whispering, "You could become a vegetarian and... was that a dragon or a snake on the arm of that guy that was also having a problem getting into baby's pose?"

Reading...

"Night" by Elie Weisel

I picked up this book - Night by Elie Wiesel - this afternoon. I needed to read for reading sake. I needed to read without highlighting or writing in margins. I needed to be engulfed in another's life, another's words, another's passion. I needed to feel human for human's sake.

I read this book in one sitting. The tears are still running down my face.

Reason to Celebrate

Woo Hoo!

I got a part time job here in Bozo! 26 hours a week doing office support work. What does that mean? Filing, data entry, and other tasks as assigned. It works around my school schedule, my gym is on the way home, and now I have a reason to dress up four times a week- I am excited!

My Missing Nose

Ok... my nose is not missing... not yet.

However, I am afraid that I will wake up in the morning and it will be gone. In its place there will be a little yellow sticky note that says, "Sorry, I quit. Good luck!"

I won't be able to blame it for leaving. It is already sloughing off my face due to constant blowing, wiping, and sneezing. Even Puffs with lotion and constant application of face moisturizer fail to provide relief.

On top of the physical abuse to my nose I also insulted it on the way to meet friends for lunch today. I looked in the rearview mirror and told it that I was embarrassed to be seen in public with it in its red and flaky condition.

I am sure that if it could speak my nose would remind me that there are other things more embarrassing. It would remind me that Friday I took a drug test for a part time position at a local company and I had to pee in a cup and give it to a very attractive gentleman who is close to my age and finishing up his degree here on campus. Which means that I will probably run into him again and turn three shades of pink and then stammer all over myself like I did while he tried to make the whole process as funny and painless as possible.

If my nose could talk it would probably remind me of all kinds of ways I have made a fool of myself… and possibly tell others.

Not to mention it would look funny with a mouth. Which leads me to wonder, would a nose need a nose if it could speak?

.........................................Maybe I should lay off the M&Ms.

Funny How Life Works...

I felt horrible when I woke up this morning. The sore throat and head cold that has been trying to whoop my butt finally won. I slept through my first class and found myself curled in a ball in my bed with only my eyeballs showing from under the blanket. I tried to sleep more but found myself just staring at the wall.

I finally got up around noon, ate some cereal, and took a shower. I emailed my professor for my second class and told her I wasn't going to make it but as I lay on the couch I kept thinking about all our deep discussions that we have in that class and I just couldn't stay on the couch.

I got up, changed, and dressed in layers necessary to keep me warm in the single digits with wind chill in the negatives. I went to class. I am so glad I did (even though my breathe froze and created little icicles on my eyelashes on the way there and back)We had a great conversation about soul and ego, soul and story, soul and desire... everyone in the class spoke at least once and we often inspired one another.

I walked home with a smile hidden underneath my rainbow scarf thinking that even though I was still sick I was doing much better. The one thing I could use was some chocolate but I didn't have any energy to drive to a store. So, I decided to settle for the chocolate soy milk that was awaiting in my fridge. I checked my mail and to my surprise I had a package from my friends Holly, Monica, and Debbi in Helena.

Guess what- I opened it to find M&M's, sticky gooey rubber hearts(now plastered on my fridge and bathroom mirror) and socks that say "Love" on them along with a card that made me smile and feel loved.

After I indulged myself a bit I called my friend Matt back. He had called when I was in the shower earlier. He answered- singing my name- lol! We touched base for the first time in years. We talked and laughed for quite awhile until I had to let him go in order to work on a paper (party pooper, I know).

I finished the paper, emailed some friends, ran some errands, made a necklace for my grandmother's birthday present, bought some gifts for my aunts, and am now sitting here in comfy pants smiling.

Funny how life works...My day had started in the below par range but sky rocketed to one of the best of the week.

Thank God for my friends and family... and for the little things like chocolate and cough drops.

For Lou Gehrig Fans and Other Interested Parties

I received an email from a long lost college buddy whose constructive criticism can still be seen on several of my short stories and poems that are tucked away in folders here and there. She's a great writer who has always been a BIG fan of Lou Gehrig. So, I am not too surprised that she has a book coming out this month about him.

Obviously, I haven't read it yet but I am sure it will be a great!

Go Sara!

Another Saturday

I finished reading "The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down" by Anne Fadiman while doing laundry and cleaning. Now I need to write a paper, finish another book, write another paper, and then work on a study guide. Somewhere in there I want to go to the gym and I need to go to the grocery store...

Absolutely fascinating- huh? Yup. I agree. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....

Of course, I can't stay that focused. So I occasionally I do other things like draw, look for part time jobs or check out horoscopes. Yeah- per yahoo horoscopes I am to allow an intense gaze from a new hottie to distract me from my career endeavors and also find a project that serves others while helping my "galvanizing intensity"...

Guess I need to get out of the apartment. I won't be meeting any "new hotties" in the laundry room and the only projects I have are cleaning, beading, and baking so... I better go activity scouting.

Watch out world here I come!

(note- I am not denying the fact that I am using the horoscope as an excuse to get out.)