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Showing posts from January, 2013

To Do: Relax

I'm having one of those days where on the calendar, at first glance, it seems as though I have plenty of glorious empty space of free time.  Once I write down the to-do list and the day actually arrives, however, it seems like somebody sped up the clock to go triple-time.

I do have a few juicy blog posts in me that I could write about - I have a lot to say lately about fear, about self-study and facing the parts of ourselves that we're a) not so proud of and b) apt to ignore, and lots to say about the idea of resistance - resisting things that we not only know to be good for us (eating an orange instead of chocolate) but things that we know to be good for us and that we actually enjoy (doing some gentle before bed yoga instead of sacking out in front of the TV instead).  What is it that's resisting?  These are big ol' questions that take a lot more time to mull, pontificate, and articulate then I have to give to it today.  So instead of attempting to squeeze it in and …

Explanations in Charity

In the spirit of resolution-y January, I'm rereading one of my favorite new books - Gretchen Rubin's The Happiness Project.  I've probably mentioned it about 47 million times on the blog, and I hope to continue to do so for many years to come.  Reading this book is such a huge reminder of so many little things I can do to not only boost my happiness, but that of those around me.

It's also in the spirit of January that I'm writing about this particular part of the book.  It's so small but so significant.  January can often be all about "me me me," and primarily driven by the ego of self improvement.  While that's not necessarily a bad thing, we kind of forget about the whole charity and goodwill toward men thing we talk about in December.  (Although if you ask me, materialism started trumping the charity thing many Decembers ago and continues to grow stronger - but that's another post)

One of Rubin's resolutions for the month of June, durin…

My Yoga BFF Blogs!

Today is one of those days where I just can't think of a single damn yoga related thing to write about.  It happens.  Whenever I sit down to write my blog - unless I have something very specific I'm just itching to write about - I always turn to other blogs for inspiration.  So today, instead of writing my usual term paper, I'm sending you off to enjoy another blog!

I mentioned last March about how I have one very, very special yoga friend - my very first yoga friend, in fact.  The beautiful Cassi Stuckman and I met in Sarasota, Florida four years ago this month - holy moly!

When I think of our time in Florida, I think of getting each other up at the crack of (or before) dawn for our early Friday morning yoga dates, early morning runs on the beach, over the bridge, or at the track, lots of laughing, lots of crying, lots of pasta, and lots of wine.  (Alcohol of any kind, actually. Just lots of it)  We've been through our own journeys since we were interns together in Sa…


One thing I can't stand and avoid at all costs is feeling rushed.  I'm a planner, and I live to anticipate, coordinate, set deadlines, and be early.  When you're rushed, the layer of anxiety you feel can completely affect, and even ruin, whatever it is that you're going - whether it's commuting to work or squeezing in time with a friend.

The interesting thing is, though, I've discovered that out of my total fear and loathing of being rushed and overwhelm, I've started to rush and overwhelm myself.

When you get engaged, the world does a great job of convincing you that you're going to be a nervous, stressed-out, insane wreck in the weeks before you're wedding (if not for the entire period of the engagement!).  I certainly accept that it will be a crazy, stressful, and yes, likely rushed period of time, but I totally reject the notion that I can't be as on top of things and in order as humanly possible.

I've kept up with all 800 zillion bridal…

Feeling Good

How appropriate that Pandora chose to give me some good ol' Nina Simone just as I sit down to finally write.  Feeling Good is a fabulous New Year's Day song!

Having just got back into town late Sunday night and having spent most of yesterday recovering in a blob on the couch, I'm just now starting to feel like myself again today.  Spending a week in Florida with the family was lovely but so intensely stressful and even more intensely alcohol-soaked.  I'm ready for every wonderful New Year's and detox cliche the universe can possibly throw my way, and I'm so happy to be back in my home city of beautiful, beautiful New York.

13 has always been my lucky number, and there are so many reasons why this year already feels lucky and tremendous for me.  I haven't been struck by a ton of resolution ideas, which is funny for me because I usually have to keep myself from making hundreds of them.  There are one or two little ones floating around, but the top two are mos…