Lorelei

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  1. Boooooo! And thank you!
  2. Today, I took my first ever boot camp class at my gym. I've been a member for just over nine years, and my M.O. is this: get in there, get 20-30 min of good cardio, 35-45 minutes of strength, stretching at the beginning and end, and try to not speak a single word to anyone in the process. It's worked for me. I never thought of the gym as a social experience but as a place of solitary meditation through motion. And, full disclosure time, I really thought I was pushing myself when I was at the gym. This morning, I discovered that I'd been living in a dream world. A co-worker suggested boot camp to me last week while I was doing a total mat work out, and she'd plopped down next to me to do some core work. If you must know, the reason I was on the mat for an hour is because it was the first snow storm of the season that day, and I'd forgotten my gym shoes. (Side note: Surprisingly, the total mat work out turned out to be pretty ok, once I shook the negative attitude about forgetting my shoes.) Anyway.....she said that the Sunday morning boot camp class was great, so I said I'd give it a go. It. Was. Brutal. I had to ask the kid working the fitness center desk where to find boot camp class. His reply? "Do you know that's the hardest class here? Even harder than TRX." Great. I found the room. It was conveniently situation right off the elevated track. There was a circuit of nine stations that the sweet and welcoming (but slightly overly energetic for a Sunday morning) instructor had thoughtfully planned. We worked through the circuit twice with 30 seconds at each station (she said, but it seemed closer to a minute) with other activities making a surprise appearance throughout. There was running. There was jumping rope (I hate hate hate jumping rope, because I stink at it.) There were squats (three different kinds) and walking lunges with weights. There were planks (of course). There was a plethora of abdominal exercises. We finished with stretches and a child's pose. I really wanted to just stay in that child's pose and cry for a little bit before I got up, but I didn't. Well, maybe I did. By the time the class hour was over, I was a limp noodle with sweat dripping off the end of my nose. It was wonderful. I can't wait until next Sunday.
  3. Agreed! It was hard for me to go ahead and do it, because I am such a solitary working out person. However, the balance of group and solo exercise has been fun.
  4. I wasn't offended. It was funny. I think he was truly concerned about anyone going to it. Seriously, it wasn't THAT bad.
  5. Sending you good thoughts and positive energy during your time of change! <3
  6. Interesting idea. I can't imagine the stress of keeping such a schedule. I pick eliminating laundry and grocery shopping!!
  7. "Squirrel!" Am I right? It is so easy to get distracted from the tasks at hand once a new one suddenly pops up. I do put my phone away when I'm working. Also, yesterday I started hitting a timer when I start to work and pausing whenever I need to stop to do something non-working. It gave me a good sense of actual working time. I'm going to keep doing that with a weekly minimum hours to hit.
  8. Great comparison, yogafire! Thanks for the response!!
  9. Candace, I am overwhelmed with your generosity of time for me on this topic. I know you are crazy busy. Thank you for all the inspirational advice and wonderful concrete ideas. Your attitude and kindness is contagious. <3
  10. Do what you love and love what you do. Right? I'm better for everyone when I am busy with worthwhile ventures. Maybe if you listen to your body and watch your reactions to others from a by-stander's perspective, you will have an ongoing self-check to make sure you are ok with your level of busyness. Sounds like a lot of fun, all your busy stuff!
  11. I love to cross stuff off a To Do list! I've tried a few apps on my phone to help organize myself too. Lots of them are too time intensive for me, but I finally found one that I like. Evernote. I can do bulleted lists (and delete finished tasks instead of crossing them off!!). Another nice option is to take a picture of something and stick it in there. There are a lot of options, and I make a ton of lists. I love that I can set an alarm on lists for relevant deadline dates or updates. I even added an ongoing grocery list. Since my phone is always with me, it works great. This app is user-friendly enough to add a quick note while at a stoplight too....which is when I usually remember something that needs to be done, for some reason. Good luck with your quest of a more organized path!
  12. Haha! Thanks for making me your reference point, Yogafire!
  13. Every time I finish a great book, I feel like it changes me. More accurately, I feel like I've grown in some way either intellectually or emotionally. Sometimes the timing of reading the book is relevant, as in this case. I just finished reading Sarah's Key. I believe this book hit me more poignantly because of my recent trip to Paris. The characters were beautifully and maddeningly human. The story was painful to read, but the sub-themes helped to, if not lighten the mood, then at least distract from it some times. It was shocking to learn such an important part of history that was never taught in my schools. The events of this book made me look at WWII and France in a more complex light. This novel also made sense of some of the personal-to-Paris memorials that were a bit mysterious to me during my recent wanderings. I plan to read another by Tatiana de Rosnay very soon.
  14. This is a great online community. Glad you found it!
  15. You know what? I think the fairies are there. We just need to find them. Also, thanks for the good ideas about yoga in schools. <3
  16. Savoring some quiet time. It's almost 1am. The house sleeps. I'm reading yoga blogs, knitting, having a glass of wine, and thinking. Getting ready to begin YTT in January, I've been reading a lot more on the practice and ideologies surrounding yoga. I've had a slight revelation or two, unfollowed a couple flashy yoga types on social media, and ramped up my readings on Yoga as an ancient philosophy. I've spent a lot of time thinking about how I want to approach teaching yoga as a practice and as a tool in schools for children who struggle. I am searching for ways to introduce this gift of yoga to others and how I want to represent myself in the realm of yoga. I will not attempt to authenticate myself in a way that is false. However, yoga means more to me than a trend. It's something beyond physical fitness. My desire is to convey that yoga can heal a broken heart, give hope for a better tomorrow, uncover what was never thought possible, deepen a belief in oneself. It is beautiful. As an emerging practitioner, I honestly believe in the mystical properties of yoga. For me, it goes something like this: my daughter Delaney believes in fairies. She is twelve and a half, and the magic of the world is starting to slip away from her ever-hopefully believing fingertips. But fairies? They are real. She is a firm believer. They live in our garden, visit in the night, provide a beauty in a world that has suddenly become scarier and uglier as her growing self becomes more aware of the horrors that are possible on earth. Sad? Depressing? Yes. But. Fairies are her escape. They deepen her faith that the good will triumph over the evil. The light over the darkness. They give her a path of hope and light and beauty.... and youth. That is yoga for me. It is my fairies. My challenge is to learn how to help convey its mystical and healing properties to others and to help them understand that they are free to choose what yoga will mean for them. Delaney Jane: My fairy advocate.
  17. I spent a couple of months reviewing French. I was by no means able to carry on a random conversation in French. It was enough though. I can't wait to go back!
  18. We arrived home from our trip to Paris on Friday afternoon. Yes, that Friday. Upon arrival, our phones blew up with concerned texts from friends and family. Our newly beloved Paris was under attack as we headed home from her. As a matter of fact, we had spent the previous day wandering the neighborhood near Bataclan, the concert venue of the attacks. We'd gone to see an exhibit at a tiny gallery in the area. Having just been there makes the attacks more closely felt and more heartbreaking to my husband and to me. Our trip was simply blissful. The hotel room was tiny and romantic and the building itself elegant. There was barely room in it to do a decent yoga practice (but I worked it out); the view was a lovely flower-boxed building across the street from us, and we listened to French voices wafting through our balcony window as we drifted to sleep each night. My French was adequate, which was exciting. According to my Fitbit, we logged between 20,00 and 33,000 steps a day to all the must-see sites, along with many neighborhoods where we found ourselves lost without caring. The steps (and a solo early morning run along the Seine) offset the macarons (Laduree.....yum!), red wine, croissants at each breakfast, hot milk in my coffee, and simply-fresh-delicious french food at every meal. There might have been a Nutella crepe that happened too. Not a pound gained during a week of less organized exercise and more food intake.....that is reason to celebrate. All in all, this trip was what it was meant to be: An adventure that was lovely, restful, and a great getaway for two marrieds with kids, etc. Thanks for the well wishes and great tips. Good to be home!
  19. Robert, I struggle with this. I know that weeding out and simplifying makes me happier, calmer, less harried feeling, etc. However, I have a hard time sticking to this. I think the main reason is carving out the time to GET RID OF IT, which means finding a new home for things. Time is not on my side. Haha. Yoga helps me want to aspire to a life of less stuff, though. I will keep trying.
  20. or cry......
  21. Thank you, brenskip55.
  22. Awwww, thank you! That means a lot.
  23. My mom used to use that phrase: Live in the Leap. It's good advice. It means to live in the moment and to take some risks. I like that it's "leap" instead of "jump." Leap sounds joyful and sort of carefree. So, I strive to live by these words. When my two kids were very young, living in the leap maybe wasn't a good idea for me. I played it safe. I was practical. I stressed - a lot - about sleep schedules, breastfeeding vs. bottle, choosing a daycare and then a preschool.....and a multitude of other things. Always a "worrier," this way of life stuck to me like glue. I kind of liked it. I had my ducks in a row, and I had my lists in order. All seemed well. Or did it? The kids kept growing, as they do, but I was still stressing. By now, my mom's early onset dementia demanded that I move her to an assisted living community near me so that I could help care for her. That gave me another whole level of stressing and list making. I worried about spreading myself too thin. About not having enough time for my mom, who was floundering with horrible anxiety related to the dementia. I worried that I was dividing myself too thinly and that my kids were suffering. I was looking for reasons to argue with my husband, who was dealing with his own personal issues at the time too. This scenario went on for over six years. Constantly. There was no winning, and I was a ball of knots. My family, friends, co-workers said how strong I was. How good I was at juggling it all and how well I was taking care of my mom while being such a good mom myself. I was a total fraud and a pretender. The other part of my story is that once upon a time, before we moved and my younger child was born and before my mom got sick, I was a teacher and then a curriculum coordinator. Sadly, I did not love my career. It was ok, but I wanted to feel more passion in my work life. I stopped working full time when my husband's job moved us and all the other stuff listed above happened. I was more than ok with it, but I felt a definite absence of SELF and of PURPOSE. I was told that raising my kids was a full time job and that should be enough by more than one person (shocking in this day and age, right?). Then what do you think happened? I got so close to the edge that I really thought I was going to lose it. And it scared the hell out of me. I knew I needed to make a drastic change in my life, because I wanted to be the mother that my children deserved, the wife my husband needed, and a person who I actually liked myself. I searched for what could fix me. I breathed, and I tried to learn how to sit still and to be still. I went back to the mat, where I'd always dabbled, but this was different. This time, it was for my mind instead of for balancing my runner's knee and leg ailments. I started reading about Yoga, it's origins, it's transformations, it's power. I have grown in my practice, but more than that, I've healed as a person. I could almost cry just typing those words. Finally, I'm in a good place. My family life is happy. I am able to enjoy my children. My children have a mom who is calmer and happy. My mom is in a new home where she is safe and kept more contentedly busy, so that my visit is a bonus rather than a near daily must. I'm substitute teaching and teaching knitting...and I love it...the flexibility and the work itself. I've let go of people who are not good for me. I can even sit in stillness once in awhile. I feel this incredible freedom to figure out WHAT IS NEXT for me. So, after lots of thought and journalling and discussion with my ever-supportive (and much healed) husband, I think I've finally figured it out. I begin YTT in January. My plan is to train teachers to use yoga in the classroom to aid student learning, relieve student anxiety and stress, and to help lessen behavior problems. I will also offer Yoga for Teachers, as I know firsthand how stressful their job is and how much a calmer teacher can positively influence our children. My hope is that I can build a business around yoga and teaching. I'm excited and nervous to talk about it for fear of jinxing myself. Isn't that silly? To honor my wonderful, loving, and wise mother as she used to be, I must "Live in the Leap" and make this venture REAL by saying it out loud. Thank you to YBC community members for listening. Thank you for this wonderful community, Candace. You have no idea how much you've had to do with my healing. I hope you all follow me on my adventure. I'd like to take a yoga class and then go for a coffee with all of you! xxoo The person who taught me to Live in the Leap
  24. Thanks, Scott!
  25. Wow, Kristi. What courage it took for you to take such a leap. I admire you for it.