Love.
Without it I would not be whole, and with it I feel free. I let it consume me, and it’s the only thing I dive into whole heartedly. My favorite part is the fall and the fear of no turning back. I swear love is better than crack.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Vday
VDay…
I am not the type of person that gets hung up on Hallmark card holidays. I treat these days like all other days, and wonder why most people place such an emphasis on this day in particular. For example there is a lot of pressure on the Man in any relationship on Valentine’s Day especially the first VDay in a new relationship. For any single people the day brings out insecurities that are beyond normal. I think this holiday is a crock of shit.
First, if you happen to be in a relationship and not doing nice unexpected nice things for each other regularly you are lame. For the record this statement goes both ways. Second, if you are single getting drunk and depressed because of February 14 your lame as well. Life is meant to be lived fully and happily. I know many people who feel a partner will make them whole. I totally disagree. The only way to be happy is to be happy within you, and everything will follow.
Some people love their jobs, their dogs, their lives, and I think that is what is worth celebrating. If you enjoy what you have already only more will come. It’s funny that most people meet their partners when they are least expecting, or not looking. That is probably because they are happy doing what they are doing every day. Granted we all have our up and downs and, not everyone is happy every day. Don’t let a lame holiday be the day you examine what you don’t have. Think about what you do have and more of that will come your way.
Tonight I am not celebrating VDay. Instead I am happy to spend a night doing something nice for a friend who just found out her condo is filled with toxic mold. All year she has been sick, and finally has an answer as to why. I called a mutual friend and suggested we do something nice for her. We are having dinner, and I would not want to be anywhere else. The first thing I thought of today was having prosecco tonight with my friends. Tomorrow I will dedicate my blog to LOVE when it’s not a cliché.
I am not the type of person that gets hung up on Hallmark card holidays. I treat these days like all other days, and wonder why most people place such an emphasis on this day in particular. For example there is a lot of pressure on the Man in any relationship on Valentine’s Day especially the first VDay in a new relationship. For any single people the day brings out insecurities that are beyond normal. I think this holiday is a crock of shit.
First, if you happen to be in a relationship and not doing nice unexpected nice things for each other regularly you are lame. For the record this statement goes both ways. Second, if you are single getting drunk and depressed because of February 14 your lame as well. Life is meant to be lived fully and happily. I know many people who feel a partner will make them whole. I totally disagree. The only way to be happy is to be happy within you, and everything will follow.
Some people love their jobs, their dogs, their lives, and I think that is what is worth celebrating. If you enjoy what you have already only more will come. It’s funny that most people meet their partners when they are least expecting, or not looking. That is probably because they are happy doing what they are doing every day. Granted we all have our up and downs and, not everyone is happy every day. Don’t let a lame holiday be the day you examine what you don’t have. Think about what you do have and more of that will come your way.
Tonight I am not celebrating VDay. Instead I am happy to spend a night doing something nice for a friend who just found out her condo is filled with toxic mold. All year she has been sick, and finally has an answer as to why. I called a mutual friend and suggested we do something nice for her. We are having dinner, and I would not want to be anywhere else. The first thing I thought of today was having prosecco tonight with my friends. Tomorrow I will dedicate my blog to LOVE when it’s not a cliché.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Awesome but Not.
AWESOME BUN NOT.
Lately I have noticed many people have been giving themselves credit for being generally awesome. I see most of the self promoting narcissism on Facebook and Twitter. Various friends, friennemies, and people I know seem to write in their bio that they are awesome, an awesome lawyer, publicist, person, friend, boss, all over the place. You’re not awesome if you have to tell me you are awesome.
Rich people never tell other people that they are rich, but people who think they have a little money tell everyone. It is safe to say the blabber mouths of the world who boast about themselves aren’t all that. Why am I saying this? Easy, I am really sick of average people who are just average making themselves out to be above average.
I have met awesome people, rich people, and not one of them ever told me they are rich or awesome, because they don’t have too they just are it’s an organic thing. What is awesome to me may not be awesome to another person. Who will compliment us for real if we all go around patting ourselves on the back? Before you tell another person you are awesome maybe you should tell them you are just average.
I will start as if I was in a 12 step program:
(ME): Hi, I’m Staci
(12 step responders): Hi Staci. Tell us about yourself.
(Me): Well my awesomeness started on facebook, and spilled out onto twitter, and now I just cannot stop telling everyone I meet how awesome I am. My friends have tried to warn me, but I never l listened. They tried to tell me I was not awesome, and I could not handle it. When the cops arrested me for being a public nuisance just because of my rant on Sunset Bl. at Café Med about being awesome I realized I had a problem. That night in jail really scared straight. I realize now that I am just a norm taking life as it comes one step at a time. I miss those awesome days, and sometimes I just want to scream at the top of my lungs I AM AWESOME. I know I need help and I am here to get it. If I don’t stop I will end up in Dbag heaven.
(12 step responders): Welcome Staci.
Lately I have noticed many people have been giving themselves credit for being generally awesome. I see most of the self promoting narcissism on Facebook and Twitter. Various friends, friennemies, and people I know seem to write in their bio that they are awesome, an awesome lawyer, publicist, person, friend, boss, all over the place. You’re not awesome if you have to tell me you are awesome.
Rich people never tell other people that they are rich, but people who think they have a little money tell everyone. It is safe to say the blabber mouths of the world who boast about themselves aren’t all that. Why am I saying this? Easy, I am really sick of average people who are just average making themselves out to be above average.
I have met awesome people, rich people, and not one of them ever told me they are rich or awesome, because they don’t have too they just are it’s an organic thing. What is awesome to me may not be awesome to another person. Who will compliment us for real if we all go around patting ourselves on the back? Before you tell another person you are awesome maybe you should tell them you are just average.
I will start as if I was in a 12 step program:
(ME): Hi, I’m Staci
(12 step responders): Hi Staci. Tell us about yourself.
(Me): Well my awesomeness started on facebook, and spilled out onto twitter, and now I just cannot stop telling everyone I meet how awesome I am. My friends have tried to warn me, but I never l listened. They tried to tell me I was not awesome, and I could not handle it. When the cops arrested me for being a public nuisance just because of my rant on Sunset Bl. at Café Med about being awesome I realized I had a problem. That night in jail really scared straight. I realize now that I am just a norm taking life as it comes one step at a time. I miss those awesome days, and sometimes I just want to scream at the top of my lungs I AM AWESOME. I know I need help and I am here to get it. If I don’t stop I will end up in Dbag heaven.
(12 step responders): Welcome Staci.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
I aint pedaling no Hatha Yoga!
I aint pedaling no Hatha Yoga!
I have to say yesterday I thought an amazing class. For an hour the class did vinyasana flow yoga, and for the remaining thirty minutes we did a restorative breath work class. Most of the last 30 minutes was a guided meditation. The students really responded well to the class, and the room was filled with good energy.
The last class I thought I only had 2 people, and I was really nervous. It was my first time teaching, but this time I was not as nervous and could feel the room more than the time before. I say feel the room, because once you start teaching people are putting 100% into the flow practice, but as the class goes on they get tired some faster than others. I did have a cheat sheet for my sequence in this class, but 5 postures ended up at the waste side.
The class was just too tired to do any more flow, and I could feel the energy level of the students slowly dwindle down. So we did postures against the wall for support. This brought back more energy to easily transition into restorative poses. Yes, students need energy for restorative poses. If not you run the risk of people falling asleep in the poses, and that’s not why the students are there. They are there to let go of anything that’s outside the room.
The hour and a half inside the room is for the students. It’s the one thing that they have done for themselves that day, and that is important. The last 30 minutes like I said before was restorative. I walked them through some guided meditation in each pose. While the students were in gentle twists they worked on breath that detoxifies the body, and while they were in setu bandha with blocks I instructed deep belly breaths to open the ribs, and in setu baddha konasana I instructed heart opening breath. The breath consisted of giving abundance away, and then bringing it into the body.
No one in the class wanted to give up any posture when they were instructed to come out of the pose they were in. It was really cool to see the students respond to the class the way they did. I usually would teach a more in depth flow class, but lately I personally have been too tired in all my yoga classes to get through them 100%. I blame this on the ever shifting weather. I made the assumption many other people could feel the same. This time it was a good assumption, and the students really liked the class as a whole, and I did get many complements. It was a good day, a good class, and I feel good about my new teaching voice.
I have to say yesterday I thought an amazing class. For an hour the class did vinyasana flow yoga, and for the remaining thirty minutes we did a restorative breath work class. Most of the last 30 minutes was a guided meditation. The students really responded well to the class, and the room was filled with good energy.
The last class I thought I only had 2 people, and I was really nervous. It was my first time teaching, but this time I was not as nervous and could feel the room more than the time before. I say feel the room, because once you start teaching people are putting 100% into the flow practice, but as the class goes on they get tired some faster than others. I did have a cheat sheet for my sequence in this class, but 5 postures ended up at the waste side.
The class was just too tired to do any more flow, and I could feel the energy level of the students slowly dwindle down. So we did postures against the wall for support. This brought back more energy to easily transition into restorative poses. Yes, students need energy for restorative poses. If not you run the risk of people falling asleep in the poses, and that’s not why the students are there. They are there to let go of anything that’s outside the room.
The hour and a half inside the room is for the students. It’s the one thing that they have done for themselves that day, and that is important. The last 30 minutes like I said before was restorative. I walked them through some guided meditation in each pose. While the students were in gentle twists they worked on breath that detoxifies the body, and while they were in setu bandha with blocks I instructed deep belly breaths to open the ribs, and in setu baddha konasana I instructed heart opening breath. The breath consisted of giving abundance away, and then bringing it into the body.
No one in the class wanted to give up any posture when they were instructed to come out of the pose they were in. It was really cool to see the students respond to the class the way they did. I usually would teach a more in depth flow class, but lately I personally have been too tired in all my yoga classes to get through them 100%. I blame this on the ever shifting weather. I made the assumption many other people could feel the same. This time it was a good assumption, and the students really liked the class as a whole, and I did get many complements. It was a good day, a good class, and I feel good about my new teaching voice.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Things that go bump in the night.
Things that go bump in the night.
I’m not complaining about the weather here in Southern Cali, but rain, then wind, then 85degrees, and back again can take a toll in general. Last night in the middle of the night the wind literally began to howl. Outside my windows trees were swaying, some were hitting the sides of my house making scratching noises.
I would say that this is fairly common, but because of all the rain a couple days ago the wind really dried out the materials the house is built with, and the house creaked, and readjusted itself during the night. At one point it sounded as if there were people in the house moving things around. Around 3:30 am I woke up because of all the noise, went to the bathroom, and tried to get back to sleep. I know I was not fully awake or asleep but something else woke me up again.
I finally dosed off around 4, only to be jolted up by feeling as if there was someone running through my room, I heard a weird noise, and my father’s voice. The door to my room that was closed opened by itself, and my father happened to be awake walking to the bathroom, and witnessed this odd occurrence. It woke me up and frightened him. He called my name and asked if I was all right? He told me my door just opened by itself. In my half awake half asleep daze I told him to close the door. I did actually hear the door open, but for some reason I mentally determined that the noise was coming from my humidifier (it was off all night).
This morning I found out he thought I was in danger because of all the noise in the house, and my door opening suddenly. I will say this, the only open window in the house was in my bathroom, and the wind coming in would have pushed the door shut not open. I have no idea how the door opened on its own, but it did freak me out. The remainder of my sleep was weird. The noises kept me awake, and I could not get comfortable enough to fall back to sleep soundly.
I’m not complaining about the weather here in Southern Cali, but rain, then wind, then 85degrees, and back again can take a toll in general. Last night in the middle of the night the wind literally began to howl. Outside my windows trees were swaying, some were hitting the sides of my house making scratching noises.
I would say that this is fairly common, but because of all the rain a couple days ago the wind really dried out the materials the house is built with, and the house creaked, and readjusted itself during the night. At one point it sounded as if there were people in the house moving things around. Around 3:30 am I woke up because of all the noise, went to the bathroom, and tried to get back to sleep. I know I was not fully awake or asleep but something else woke me up again.
I finally dosed off around 4, only to be jolted up by feeling as if there was someone running through my room, I heard a weird noise, and my father’s voice. The door to my room that was closed opened by itself, and my father happened to be awake walking to the bathroom, and witnessed this odd occurrence. It woke me up and frightened him. He called my name and asked if I was all right? He told me my door just opened by itself. In my half awake half asleep daze I told him to close the door. I did actually hear the door open, but for some reason I mentally determined that the noise was coming from my humidifier (it was off all night).
This morning I found out he thought I was in danger because of all the noise in the house, and my door opening suddenly. I will say this, the only open window in the house was in my bathroom, and the wind coming in would have pushed the door shut not open. I have no idea how the door opened on its own, but it did freak me out. The remainder of my sleep was weird. The noises kept me awake, and I could not get comfortable enough to fall back to sleep soundly.
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