Posted by Vanessa on Jul 22, 2009 in
Uncategorized My wa is jacked up. You know, your wa. Your chi. Your balance. Your ying done left your yang. I have been feeling totally out of sorts the last few days. Just on the verge, if not in the middle of, a funk. I had to get down to business and deconstruct the funk.
I have been trying everything to get to the root of the funk and kick it’s skippy little ass out of here. By now, I am so familiar with this process it’s like going down a Funk Diagnostic checklist:
Is boyfriend the root of the funk? Nope. He’s just caught the funk too. I, of course, went all girl on him and tried to get him to talk about the funk. The consisted of me blabbering on and Brent telling me 19 times, “Don’t worry about it.”
Is work the root of the funk? Nah. It’s not like I’m insanely busy and working 60 hours a week. I just have serious senioritis. Remember that feeling around April of your senior year in high school. Oh, have I found that again. Read more…
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Posted by Vanessa on Jul 15, 2009 in
Uncategorized I love my quiet. I really, really do. After my daughter’s dad picks her up on Saturday afternoon for the weekend, I have a mandatory five minutes of quiet. Silence. Do not talk to me. Period.
Some days, we just need that in larger doses. I call it cocooning.
On most days of the week I run around like a poodle on cocaine. No kidding. I go and go and go. Weekends are my only social time and a while ago I was in this cycle of going 824 miles an hour during the week and then running from place to place all weekend because I felt obligated to be somewhere.
Screw that. Call in sick for your social life. Read more…
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Posted by Vanessa on Jul 8, 2009 in
Uncategorized I want to like yoga. I really do. I want to be one of those yoga people. I want the cute outfits and to feel all at peace with the world. My only problem is that I hate yoga. This is a huge issue. It also has made me realize why I don’t eat sushi. I so badly want to be one of those sushi people, as well. I’m just afraid I’ll hate it and then where will I be? Shunned by the masses because I only eat cooked fish? Sounds less appealing that ingesting raw octopus.
I went to a new yoga class at the gym. It was the longest hour of my entire life. It looked something like this:
10:58 – Excellent, I am early. Is Mr. Clean the yoga teacher? Please don’t play that chanting music, mmmm’kay? Read more…
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