stretching a little farther and a bloggy resolution

 

I just completed my second round of Yoga with Adriene’s 30 Days of Yoga Camp. The program is tough, with lots of slow flows and breath control (I was seriously breathing through the poses), but the gains are amazing. The mantras as wonderfully self-affirming and send me to a happy place, and the moves really target all my muscles. It’s a workout for the body and mind (because you will sweat, especially in a hot, Miami apartment), I completed this round over the course of two months, mixing in some running, more walks, and weightlifting (I’ve gone up a set!), but I feel that the effort I put in has led to some real progress. Once upon a time, I could not touch my toes. Just putting that out there.

 

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one of my favorite yoga selfies, because Pusheen!

 

It might sound kind of hokey, but yoga has really helped me find a better sense of self, peace with my body (tenuous on certain days, but better than it was before), and has done wonders for my back issues. I prefer a home practice, but have taken a couple of public classes as well. It’s important to find an instructor that “clicks” and Adriene definitely clicks for me. It’s a long story, but I started practicing after borrowing a video from my old library (if you don’t know, I’m a librarian). It looked interesting and I was just starting to find alternative methods to workout as part of my post-weight loss toning journey (so many journeys!). I loved it. It felt so good, even when it seemed like I would never be able to achieve the full pose (even something as simple as forward fold was difficult to me). I’ve been practicing 2 or 3 times a week for about 5 years now, but it wasn’t until I discovered Adriene’s original 30 Days of Yoga in 2015 that I started building a daily practice. It’s a challenge, but well worth it.

I’m scaling back to 4-5 days a week for now, as I focus on adding a bit more cardio and lifting to my life, but I hope to be able to go a little further and stretch a little deeper with time—-Downward Dog, I’m looking at you.

On the blog front, I’ve challenged myself to stick to a regular blogging schedule. I used to be good at this when I was in grad school and building my now retired book blog (archived at things she read). I would like to add some vlogging as well, but the time commitment for editing is a concern. I’ll give it a shot, but the blog is my first home and I would like to have some real updates, rather than rare appearances. I’m looking forward to regular Tuesday, Friday, and Sunday posts… maybe a vlog or two a month, if time permits. Prepare for more book love, writing updates, lifeblogs, and kitty cats!

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on my irrational fear(s)

This is a kind of confession and explanation. I had a discussion last night that got me thinking about why I find it so worrisome to have my “real life” friends read my posts, and why I prefer sharing random thoughts with people that I don’t really know.

After mulling this over for a bit, I now realize that it started when I was in high school…

I had a friend who introduced me to blogging and design. She and I worked on some silly little web-projects that never really took off, mostly because we kept arguing over what the sites should look like and who our co-authors should be. As a result, we both started individual projects of our own, ultra-bright badly coded sites on geocities, but we were only 16 and experimenting with html, so what did it matter. This was also around the time that livejournal was the big social networking medium. We each had accounts, but I never gave much thought to who was reading my entries. In other words, I didn’t think she was paying much mind to what I was writing.

It turned out that she was.

I wrote an entry about a particular event and she took offense. I felt that I was only describing my experience of the event and meant no harm by it. They were my views and I was certain that I was justified in expressing them.

Well, that friendship ended badly.

That’s when I started censoring what I wrote, not sharing my blog(s) with friends, and made my journal friends only (only to later start a new journal altogether in an effort to get away from that part of my web experience).

As some people know, I shut this site down for a while and only wrote on my journal. But I like to write, and I think of this blog as a kind of narrative exercise, just as my book blog is an exercise in writing about books (after all, I have a Lit degree, I should keep it up).

Yes, my worry is somewhat irrational. I am still worried that someone might react badly to something I’ve written, and I would rather it was someone I didn’t really know.