Winding down in more ways than one.
I’m talking about my teacher training, of course, which I’m one day away from completing (but first my brain must fry – writing this mini-post is my study break today). But also, I speak of this 90-day blog experiment, which I am only eleven days away from completing. This was, to me, every bit as challenging as the 4-week yoga intensive.
Ninety days of writing. Ninety days of commitment. Now I don’t exactly know if new habits were formed (as the experts say, it takes a good three months), but I know what I know now.
Rain or shine, in sickness (remember Fourth of July weekend?) and in health (this whole month, best physical shape ever), in good times and bad…there was always KiKi Orchestra. Sometimes playing music, often not. There was never a dry “spell” because…hello, I live in New York City now. No, actually New York could be as bland as oatmeal if you want it that way. The real reason why there was not really a dry spell during these 90 days was because I didn’t give myself that option.
Just like the yoga these past four weeks.
Funny as it sounds, I had no choice. No option but to write. Now I know you wouldn’t have gotten angry with me if I skipped a day or two. I know the world would keep turning, to my great disbelief.
But I would know.
I would know what I did, and I wouldn’t be happy. So I just kept writing, even on days when I had none. And often, I really had none.
I hope to finish my twelve days with a b-b-bang.
But first, I’m memorizing the alignment of Trikonasana, okay? See you back here tomorrow. Much love!