Hello world. It's been a while hasn't it?
And I'm afraid it's going to continue to be a while for me to post anything relevant (and I suppose relevant is a relative term here).
What I can tell you about my writing life is that things are going — as you know, slower than expected but I think no matter how fast I go it may always be slower than expected. I've been dealing with real bouts of lack of motivation this week — like real ones — so I've been trying not to be hard on myself so the motivation has room to edge it's way back in.
Also, two people are reading my first book and the feedback I've gotten so far is really encouraging. I haven't had a "I'm bored" or "this doesn't work at all" or "this sucks" comment yet. So I'm pretty pleased.
Yoga has still been keeping me busy as well and occupying my mind. Last weekend I taught fifteen minutes of a class to real people. Yes, real ones! And I didn't blank or vomit (though I may have felt a little like upchucking on the inside). I've still got a long ways to go before I can become a bonafide teacher, and although I love yoga and I think I might actually like teaching, this isn't my priority and unless you're new to this blog you know why.
Next week I'm going to Toronto for a very, very quick visit. So if I don't see you, I'm sorry, dear Torontonian friends. I'll be back again when the snow is gone.
In the meantime, let's continue on from my last post, shall we?
Thank you for the freedom of being able to work from bed just because it's grey outside. And thank you for that being hardly ever because I live in Los Angeles. Oh, and thank you, by the way, for Tom and I getting through our first year in LA with bells on. Thank you for the journey of this year in a new country, in a new part of the world. Thank you for the place we call home, the park across the street, the little village shops a block away and new friends. Thank you for the challenge of moving so far away from everyone I love and everything I know and how that makes me stronger, more open, and even more grateful for everyone and everything I left behind. Thank you for how a move like this shapes my evolution.
Thank you for the process of life. Thank you for a universe made of love even when it's not so obvious. Thank you for the days I truly feel that we are one. Thank you because no matter how far away I am from people I love, they are still with me everywhere. Thank you because life always has the potential to be delicious even when it's sour, or bitter or frightening. Thank you for new gifts. Thank you for miracles.
Thank you. Just thanks.
And I'm afraid it's going to continue to be a while for me to post anything relevant (and I suppose relevant is a relative term here).
What I can tell you about my writing life is that things are going — as you know, slower than expected but I think no matter how fast I go it may always be slower than expected. I've been dealing with real bouts of lack of motivation this week — like real ones — so I've been trying not to be hard on myself so the motivation has room to edge it's way back in.
Also, two people are reading my first book and the feedback I've gotten so far is really encouraging. I haven't had a "I'm bored" or "this doesn't work at all" or "this sucks" comment yet. So I'm pretty pleased.
Yoga has still been keeping me busy as well and occupying my mind. Last weekend I taught fifteen minutes of a class to real people. Yes, real ones! And I didn't blank or vomit (though I may have felt a little like upchucking on the inside). I've still got a long ways to go before I can become a bonafide teacher, and although I love yoga and I think I might actually like teaching, this isn't my priority and unless you're new to this blog you know why.
Next week I'm going to Toronto for a very, very quick visit. So if I don't see you, I'm sorry, dear Torontonian friends. I'll be back again when the snow is gone.
In the meantime, let's continue on from my last post, shall we?
Thank you for the freedom of being able to work from bed just because it's grey outside. And thank you for that being hardly ever because I live in Los Angeles. Oh, and thank you, by the way, for Tom and I getting through our first year in LA with bells on. Thank you for the journey of this year in a new country, in a new part of the world. Thank you for the place we call home, the park across the street, the little village shops a block away and new friends. Thank you for the challenge of moving so far away from everyone I love and everything I know and how that makes me stronger, more open, and even more grateful for everyone and everything I left behind. Thank you for how a move like this shapes my evolution.
Thank you for the process of life. Thank you for a universe made of love even when it's not so obvious. Thank you for the days I truly feel that we are one. Thank you because no matter how far away I am from people I love, they are still with me everywhere. Thank you because life always has the potential to be delicious even when it's sour, or bitter or frightening. Thank you for new gifts. Thank you for miracles.
Thank you. Just thanks.
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