The Road

Ooooh lets see now. Stuff is happening in a small way, a very small invisible way. Like, I'm breathing every fortnight, lying on my mat or on my bed, figuring it out. Deceptively simple, and probably effective. I went to one yoga class, and it did me good. A slow yoga class for heavy old hollow bones with lots of wind (that wasn't in the class description). I was used to performance yoga before, hot yoga, power yoga -- I can sense the great Google algorithm starting to crunch on those terms as I type them, ready to spit them back out in my ad slot down left -- I had forgotten that yoga is way different when you don't try so hard. Deceptively simple.

Its a pay-as-you-can or want community class too. Bonus! I'm killing two birds with that one.

I returned to the gym today for a fitness test that I failed (I didn't get the parameters right, don't laugh). I'm cooking too -- good stuff. You may not want to hear about all that good housekeeping nonesense, but hey. It pays.

I've had friends over for dinner - first time in years. I told you this was deceptively simple. Yet... you see where I'm going; it's probably big. I cooked my first tenderloin on the spot in front of my hungry waiting friends, had a casserole explode on top of the range, salvaged the meat and cooked it to perfection - ha! America's got talent. The mustard sauce? I switched the cream for the yogurt and it worked beautifully. Double ha!

Reading about 5 books. Learning that feeling Powerless makes you act Forceful. And it can also make you act resigned. Learning that these feelings eat up on energy. Seeing that I am one tired soul. And I am here for the road.

Amourx.