32 before 32: Two lists, because options.

After two years of incomplete lists of goals for the upcoming years, I have, completed, two lists of 32 things I’d actually like to accomplish before my next birthday! I tried to only include items I actually really want to do – rather than things I think I should want to do. These are two lists of things I know will bring me joy!

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It’s been a while: It’s always been a while.

Three months and one week later, I returned to the scene of the crime. I taught the same yoga class that was the first class I ever taught, with, thankfully, and more positive experience. The growth in three months has been grand and excites me to see what the next thirty years of teaching yoga will bring. My first class was timid. As if I were afraid to fill the sixty minutes with an experience that was authentically me. I wish I could say I’ve been a perfect yoga teacher since then but there is no such thing. It has been an evolution. At thirty, teaching this dog new tricks is a tough go but an exhilarating one. I’ve missed challenging myself to learn and grow. My yoga support system is almost too good to be true. My first class, I struggled to come up with enough for the class to do. Last night, I almost did not leave enough time for a proper cool down. My how time and determination can change things.

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Erleichda: A Lesson in Teaching Yoga.

On Monday I taught my first full-length yoga class! Earlier in the day, I said to N, “I think I could be a really great yoga teacher!” I was reviewing my sequences for the umpteenth time and felt secure and excited about it. Flash forward to coming home after teaching the class and telling N, “remember when I said I could be great? The universe must have had a pretty good laugh at that!” The class did not go as well as intended.

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That ain’t no etch-a-sketch.

As a foreword: I intended to publish this reflection exactly a year from the day we found out I was pregnant. I wrote all of this out and waited patiently for October 17. On October 16, I double-checked the dates and realized I had missed it. I found out on October 10. I was upset with myself enough to not post it at all, which is (was) a shame. Motherhood is teaching me lots of little lessons, namely to stop being so damn hard on myself. Proceed.  Continue reading “That ain’t no etch-a-sketch.”

Book Reviews: Oliphant, Slade, and Party of One.

Last year I resolved to read 50 books. I read a whopping 16 books total. I even solicited many wonderful people to recommend books for me to read in 2017. It was a magnificent list of books I would not normally read. I did not read a single one. My 2017 reading collection was mostly birth and parenting books, accented by a few light reads.

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So many sad, blank books.

This year, I am back to reading with a vengeance. At least for now. Here are my first three books of 2018 and my thoughts:

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