I almost put “Happy Monday” as my subject, then I looked at my menu bar and saw that it is indeed, Tuesday. Of COURSE it’s Tuesday; I had my teacher training today. We worked on seated twists. It was good. One of the twists–I went into a bind (with some help) and I DEFINITELY felt it where I get my side pains. I’m hoping the twist wrang out whatever causes that pain. Cause that’s what twists do, you know. They wring out your organs and detoxify them.
I kinda got my wish Sunday. I didn’t get to be in a TON of nature but I did get to sit under a tree and read. 🙂 I had to do some yoga poses. Here’s my favorite:
Rock ‘n Roll Ustrasana
I had a good time at the park. The weather was perfect, I had my tree, and it was peaceful. Definitely needed that recharge. 🙂
Well, HELLO THERE! If you’re popping by from the Follower Fest, Welcome! I shake you warmly by the hand. (50 points if you can tell me what movie that’s from.) If you’re a repeat visitor, thanks for coming back! (Also, if you’re a repeat visitor, you don’t have to read this. You probably know everything already.)
I’m Ronni!
I’m a mom, wife, editor, dreamer, and daydreamer. I have awesome kinky curly hair that is most certainly not a trend. Sometimes people are confused as to my race. I let them be. I love my family, yoga, reading (especially contemporary YA romance), going to Disney World, spaghetti, playing sim games, music, dancing, and watching gymnastics. I don’t like winter, loud parties, bigots, mushrooms, onions, heavy traffic, and red lights. I’m married to Adam, a ghost hunter and author, and I’m the mom of Aidan, who is the most awesome kid in the whole darn universe.
I’m in training to get my 200-hour yoga teacher certification. It’s been a crazy but amazing ride. I’m learning so much, it’s crazy.
I suck at balancing poses, ok.
I have a lot of dream jobs. One is to be a parade dancer at Disney World. I got to do the next best thing in February, by riding a float in the Disney Animal Kingdom’s Jammin’ Jungle Parade!
Yeah, it was awesome!! We LOVE to go to Disney World. We try to go at least once a year. Adam goes for the food, I go for the atmosphere, some of the rides, the shows, the characters, the food, and the music. Aidan goes for the rides and the food.
I talk a lot about my day-to-day life because for some reason, there are people who find that interesting. (And I love them for it!) I talk about yoga, and I post lots of pictures. I posted lots of pictures before it became a *thing*! /hipstermoment. I’m goofy and honest and real. Still interested? Then please follow me or subscribe to my feed and come visit again. Make sure you let me know you stopped by. I love making new blog friends. 🙂
I’m feeling more like myself. I have more energy and I’m feeling less overwhelmed.
I decided that I needed to hear a certain Mozart song, even though I had no idea what it was called. I had the Baby Mozart CD when Aidan was a baby and I knew that the song I wanted was piano and there was a really bouncy part where I used to bounce Aidan around to. I really wanted to hear it. Well, I found a Mozart piano radio station on iTunes and darned if that song wasn’t the second one to come on. Piano Sonata in 11 in A, K 331, Mov. 3 Turkish March.
Now I know. I even went over and bounced Aidan. It was different, trying to bounce a nine year old, though…
But hearing that cheered me up quite a bit.
This morning, I headed to Moksha for a music class with Arjun Baba. I am sad I missed his kirtan last night, but I needed to be home. Probably the kirtan would have done me a world of good, though. But I got to see him today and hear him sing and HIS VOICE IS AMAZING. *He* is amazing. Usually, when Moksha gets special guests, they don’t have a lot of time to just relax and talk with us students. But he and his drummer were hanging out and chatting with us and it was so awesome. I need to get some of his music ASAP because you guys, seriously.
Video doesn’t do him justice. But video and recordings never do these things justice.
Moksha is a healthy place for me. To walk in and be embraced almost every time I go there. I went again tonight for Nina’s candlelight restorative yoga class. Which is likely my favorite class of the week to attend (followed closely by Mia’s tantric hatha class). It was just what I needed. It’s ALWAYS just what I need.
Sometimes, I feel bad because I don’t really go for the aggressive asana. If I do any level 2-3 classes, it’s likely going to be a Hatha rather than a Vinyasa. You won’t catch me in a led Ashtanga class (although I might get up the nerve to try MySore one of these days). I feel like I’ve talked about this before, but maybe only in one of my drafts that I abandoned. Still, I feel like, as a future instructor, I’m going to be crap if I can’t do a handstand or any of the advanced arm balances. I just don’t go after those inversions and advanced poses like a lot of my classmates do, and I wonder if I’m doing it wrong.
Anyway, tomorrow is the start of another week, kicking off with a tantric hatha yoga class (if I can drag my butt outta bed), a meeting, and then a trip to the post office to mail a package I should have mailed months ago. It’s been sitting here READY to go… God, I don’t even want to deal with the post office. Every time I go, the APC is broken and the line is always two hours long and there’s always only one clerk working and everyone in front of me has 95 different things to mail. I might just suck it up and pay the surcharge at the UPS store. It might be worth it to check *something* off the list of things at the back of my mind, anyway. My planner looks empty, but my brain is not. Work work work (at least it’s from home), reading, yoga teacher training, newsletters, laundry, yoga classes, life. I’m tired just thinking about it. (Kinda hungry, too.)
Well, here’s to a good week. *raises glass of spa water*
I’ve been hearing that question lately. So, I’m going to sit here and think about if I *am* OK. Sometimes I feel like I am. Other times, not so much. The “not so much” part is what scares me.
There are about five blog drafts in my WordPress database. Entries in which I started pouring my heart out, but either I end up losing steam, feeling embarrassed, or I just got bored with them. But I couldn’t bring myself to trash them, so they’re sitting there, waiting.
I don’t even know what it is, really. Well, that’s not exactly true. Part of it’s my food issues coming up again. Nutrition is really stressed for people who do yoga, and for me, eating better is a two-step-forward-ninety-step-back process. Adam is always making smoothies and munching on raw kale. Me? I sit here and I struggle with my constant cravings for things like French fries or pasta. Sometimes, I am so overwhelmed by the whole food thing that I just … don’t eat. I KNOW. It’s bad. But it’s easier.
I’ve not been practicing yoga as much as I have in the past. (Although I did do a nice, short but vigorous practice today.) What happened to this whole commitment? What about my holy grail pose? Why do I keep self-sabotaging?
I have to come up with at least $1000 more in extra fees to pay for teacher training workshops that are mandatory for certification, not to mention the money I already owe for tuition. I’m embarrassed that the back window on my car has had black tape and cardboard over it for years because jack holes kept breaking into it, but I know if I get it fixed, another jack hole will break the window again. City sticker renewal is due next week. $85 pointless dollars to a greedy city to put a pointless sticker on my car so I won’t get pointless tickets. WHATEVER. Random cravings for things like donuts and cookies and cake constantly plague me. I want a pedicure so bad but I can’t justify dropping $35+tip just to have pretty toes. I waste too much time playing FarmVille and browsing Tumblr, and I owe my teacher like, six weeks of journals. I have a bunch of plates to color in my Anatomy Coloring Book, not to mention all the reading I’m behind on. I really want to start reading Fire of Love, but I am holding back because something tells me that I’m going to love, love, love that book, and I don’t feel like I’ve earned it yet.
Quite frankly, I’m kind of disturbed by all this. This is usually how I am in the winter, not the summer! I mean… IT’S SUMMER! I love summer! The weather’s been PERFECT. Warm and/or hot, sunny, breezy. Simply lovely. My son’s here. I’ve been working steadily for the past few weeks, which means money is coming in. I have lots to be happy about. And I’m not unhappy, per se. Just… anxious? Worried? Tense? Maybe overwhelmed. *sigh* I don’t even know what I am. I just have a lot of feels OK?
I do feel like summer’s already going too fast and I’ll be in heavy sweaters and looking like a big marshmallow for eight months before long. And I hate that. I want to live for the now, and enjoy it without worrying so dang much.
