SO, like it says under the title, I am trying, with some teeny tiny degree of success to Channel My Inner Gandhi and make 2009 my first chilled out year since my daughter came IN and my husband went OUT of my life. I have been reading books and bought myself a nice yoga video to go with my 4 year old, unused, yoga mat. So I'm gonna give it a try. All the literature and the video descriptions make freeing myself from stress look so easy.....
Baby Boo is off with Daddy this weekend, so working on starting this blog and staying cool is relatively effortless. Especially since I was out watching the BF's band play until 1am and have been rendered completely unable to leave my chair. I am WAAAAY too old to be hanging out in pubs til 1am. I can barely function and no amount of Diet Coke seems to be turning on the motivation today. But tomorrow is another (hectic) day. I can make up for it and then some.
I am, as a part-time professional organizer, fairly confident that getting my proverbial s**t together will seriously help on the stress front. I am also fairly confident that if I could find the s**t and figure out what to do with all the s**t, I would finally reach Nirvana and could quit all this yoga bullcrap. Sort of like Doctor, Heal Thyself, right? Easy peasy to help everyone else, but me? No way.
All I know it that I am NOT getting roped into a yoga class in one of those 500 degree centigrade rooms. Nuh-uh. Not happening. I feel faint just thinking about it. I am pretty sure I can reach that elusive state of bliss without dying of heat stroke and thirst. Baby Boo needs me, stressed out or not.
Namaste.
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