8/50 Over-sharer

1. I will hug you

I am a tad over-stimulated. Possibly from having my dark choc fix very late in the day. (Because like any sensible person I prefer to eat it immediately following breakfast. Or for breakfast.) And over-excitement doth not bring out the writer in me. It maketh me slothful and a tad weary. (I did take a paper or two on Chaucer at Uni but have no other explanation why I’m coming at you all Olde English.)

Probably though it’s due to having had an out and about day and coming home fizzing having seen all the beautiful things, shared ideas and had excellent discussions on butt implants, soufflés (do real people really make them? Really?) and tiny houses. I’ve also fed models/dancers and spent a fair amount of time apologising to a chilly bin thinking it was someone in a changing room. As you do.

There are a couple of things I’ve gotten used to doing within this beautiful community I’m fortunate enough to mingle within. One is hugging. A lot of hugging goes on. Sometimes you put your hand out and next thing you’re being squeezed under an armpit. The other is going straight for the details. Small talk tends not to be small at all but rather diving straight into the personal stuff. SO PERSONAL. For someone who didn’t like being touched unless specifically on touching terms and considered myself extremely private, I’m quite pleased to have taken on these traits like a trouper.

A good day.

2. Let’s not talk about it though, just in case

Slept six hours last night! Can’t pinpoint why. Not overthinking it. But praying to the sleeping fairies and pharmaceuticals that it happens again tonight. Sweet baby cheezus, you will know if it does.

3. Breathe

My family is going through a hard time right now. It’s ongoing and hard, hard, hard. Sadly it’s something that doesn’t need to be as it is and my heart hurts more than I thought possible.

What’s interesting (stroking imaginary beard here although god help me, maybe not that imaginary due to being PERIMENAPAUSAL and just waiting for all upcoming associated treats. Ahem.) is that my reaction (following six hours sleep, to be fair) to the latest episode is to immediately tune into my breath. Not that long ago red-hot fire coming out of my ears rage would’ve been my go-to reaction. Now I sit with it and take some deep breaths, focusing on just that and it almost immediately dissipates. I feel more in control and if not exactly hopeful, at least resigned to not being able to control the behaviour of others.

No matter how bendy or not I am or ever become in my practice, this is what yoga brings to me. I am so grateful.

(Little disappointing that I am open to sticking pins in voodoo dolls but still, infinitely better for me.)

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Photo by Nathaniel Tetteh

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