Reason to Swoon #5*

January 29, 2010 at 7:11 am | Posted in dating, float my boat | 43 Comments

Sizzle:

Someday we should go here.

They even just sent me a 15% off coupon. They are trying to lure me with discounts and promises of whirlpool jet tubs for two in the room. Bastards.

Bachelor #4:

That looks great. We could totally order room service there. ;)

Sizzle:

And eat it in the tub!

Heh.

B4:

It would only be $200 for this Sat and Sun. Just sayin’. ;)

Sizzle:

I already had that thought.

Why do you think I sent it?

Ahem.

B4:

I will make a reservation my dear.

And just like that I’m being whisked away for a romantic getaway by a man who not  only takes a hint but runs with it. By a man who refuses to let me pay. By a man who wants to spoil me. By a man who has literally and figuratively charmed the pants off me.

Total. Keeper.

If he’s not careful, his new nickname is going to be Swoonman.

*I have no doubt this will be an on-going series.

Randomization

January 28, 2010 at 8:33 am | Posted in drivel | 14 Comments

Every time I am just about to get my hair cut people stop me and ask, “Did you do something different to your hair?’” Maybe it is because I start strategically styling it so that my gray hairs are camoflauged? Maybe it is because my hair has lightened in the eight weeks since I last colored it. Or maybe people are trying to tell me I should not cut my hair.

Regardless, I’m getting my hair cut & colored tomorrow. And you know how that fills me with glee. Glee! I tell you!

I’m sure no one will notice.

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You guys really like Bachelor #4. It’s almost as if you like LIKE him. Hey, that’s my department! At one point yesterday he emailed me to say, “94%? Just remember that next time I say something stupid.” He hardly ever says anything stupid. It’s like he wrote the book on “How To Make a Girl Swoon.” Wait until you hear the latest.

I’m saving that for its own blog post.

Teased ya!

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If anyone has seen my exercise mojo will you PLEASE send it back to me. I think I misplaced it. Or maybe I ran over it with my car.

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Reason #428 why I am friends with Kaply:

She says things like, “It’s because she is a cunt. You can’t help being judgy with cunts. It’s the nature of cuntdom.”

She recently noted that I had not included her in my characters page. I just assumed everyone knew who she was because, hello!, she is Kaply. Apparently not. And so, she is now listed. (You’re welcome!)

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I have not had enough sleep which is indicated by the bags under my eyes and my over-use of exclamation points in this post.

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File this under: Do me a solid.

It’s Weblog Awards time and a friend of mine is up for a Bloggie. Please vote for Valerie Atherton’s Playground and Intellectual Department for Best Entertainment Blog. And if you’re not reading her, get on that shit! Voting ends Sunday so pop on over now.

Seriously. Go! It’s not like you’re doing anything but reading blogs and avoiding work.

Bachelor #4 Takes on the Review Board*

January 27, 2010 at 7:05 am | Posted in boyfriend review board, dating, float my boat, love | 60 Comments

Almost one year ago some of my friends were called to serve on the Boyfriend Review Board because apparently I cannot be trusted to pick out my own partner in crime. (Ahem! Stupid track record.) I didn’t really think someone would actually fill out the questionnaire but when I sent it to Bachelor #4 for him to see, he answered every question. Quite possibly he was avoiding work but no matter, he did it. And so I thought you should get a glimpse at the guy who is the reason behind my lack of sleep lately and the daydreamy, goofy grin that seems to have taken up permanent residence on my face.  (There is a poll at the end of the post so don’t miss it.)

Judge Matt:

1. Are you making a suit out of human flesh?

Suits are so last year. This being Seattle, home of the Green River Killer, I just wouldn’t fit in if I wasn’t making at least a vest.

2. Have you ever been the subject of a restraining order? If not, why not?

Happily, no; I have not been the subject of a restraining order. I prefer to be on the plaintiff’s end of legal proceedings.

3. Does medication work better if you snort it?

Medicine is for chumps. Real men get pneumonia and walk it off.

4. Are you now, or have you ever been a member of any of the following groups: a)NAMBLA, b) The Republican Party, c) The 700 Club, or d) The Earth Liberation Front?

I am not the Devil. Or Pat Robertson.

5. Is Jesus Christ your PERSONAL savior?

Jesus Christ is my personal trainer. I wait every day for him to arrive and motivate me to exercise, but he has yet to actually show up.  I would so fire his ass if he would answer his calls.

Judge RayLo:

1. Is there anybody who is not the divine Ms. Sizzle who is currently under the impression that you are in a committed and loving relationship with them?

No. So far I can only seem to trick one single woman at a time into showing any interest in me. When my mail-away hypnosis glasses arrive, I reserve the right to change my answer to this question.

2. Sizzle just had a terrible day. Donors yelled, files disappeared, tenants had pitchforks waiting when she got home. What do you do?

Have a nice glass of wine ready, and just be ready to hold her quietly.

3. What do you think of TARP? (If the response includes references to sheets of blue plastic, immediate disqualification.)

Screaming “The Banks got us into this mess!” is a little 1930’s isn’t it? But they did. But they are too important to fail. But they are taking our tax money and foreclosing on people’s homes. I like pie. This question needs to be more pie related. The proper answer to this question should be “cherry – with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on the side”.  All I’m saying.

4. What is your relationship with you job? Does it kill your soul, give you a reason to wake up in the morning, or is the idea of employment foreign to you?

My current job gives me a reason to wake up in the morning. Despite any headaches or worries about being under-appreciated, I am doing something that I love and am very good at every day.

5. What do you love about Sizzle? What should she/we love about you?

I think what I like most about Sizzle is her dualities. She can be tough yet sensitive, spontaneous but a planner, down-to-earth yet refined. There’s a lot to learn about her, and I enjoy a mystery and a challenge. And her boobs are fantastic. Hell if I know what she sees in a dork like me, though. Another mystery.

Judge Bird:

1. Does the prospective candidate care deeply about something? (It really doesn’t matter what the something is, just something. This eliminates the boring blah-heads.)

I care about making art. I care about making something that thrills the viewer and leaves them thinking about it later.

2. Is the candidate gainfully employed or motivated to become gainfully employed?

Yes. I draw for a living and some fools continue paying me to do so. Woe be to me when they wise up.

3. Is the candidate willing to profess undying adoration to Ms. Sizzle on an on-going basis, with the peaceful acceptance that it will never be enough?

I’m fine with that. I greatly enjoy telling Ms. Sizzle how cute, adorable and sexy she is any chance I get. It is my firm belief that as many of our conversation topics should revolve around these subjects as much as possible.

4. Is the candidate sufficiently self-contained to enjoy the inevitable alone time that Ms. Sizzle’s fierce independence will afford him?

Ms. Sizzle’s independence is a trait I share with her. While I will hang with her any chance I get, I can also take being told to take a hike every once in a while.  As long as she appreciates it back.

5. Is the candidate heavily invested in the quality of his personal relationships (and not just with Sizzle, either)?

I believe in having few friends who are of great importance. My friends know I would move heaven and earth for them, and I know they would do the same for me.  They are as important as my family, with whom I am very close despite the fact that they are on the opposite coast.

6. Bonus question: Does the candidate like cats? If not, sorry, pal…it’s not going to work out.

Cats are a perfectly fine substitute for dogs when not available. Just kidding. I like animals.

Judge Supple:

1. If Sizzle were to be the vivacious and extremely extroverted woman we know her to be at your best friend’s party, and started singing what would be your reaction? Would you a) start a duet with her, b) would you watch on with the look of amazement and love in your eyes, c) would you back off, or d) would you go hide in a corner in embarrassment?

Let’s go with B. Mostly because no-one deserves to be subjected to my singing. I think it’s in the Geneva Conventions somewhere.

2. Do you believe in surprise parties?

Are surprise parties something that you have to “believe” in? Seems to me, that they happen with or without my belief. This is a religious question, right?

3. Are you gay? Because Sizz has already gone down that road.

While I believe no-one is completely straight or completely gay, I like the lady parts way too much.

4. Do you have a girlfriend or are you married? Please note that the internet can supply us with a boatload of info to support or deny your claim, so you better answer honestly!

Please refer to Judge RayLo’s first question for the answer to this question.

5. Do you like sushi?

Sadly, no.

6. Do you drink?

Yes

7. Do you do drugs?

No

8. Do you know what the color taupe is?

Yes

9. When was the last time you had sex and can you last more than 2 seconds?

November of 09, and yes, I can last at least 5 seconds.

10. Can you handle the Sizzle Swizzle?

If we’re talking about what I think we’re talking about… the answer is “Yes”.

Judge Jenny Two Times:

1. What are you passionate about? You know, that “thing” that puts fire in your belly? What is it? Why? Cuz, Sizzle is passionate about many things and it puts excitement in her life. You need have that too, your own.

Please refer to Judge Bird’s first question for this answer.

2. What do you like/love about yourself? Qualities you admire about your being. Qualities you admire in others that you may also see in yourself. What is something(s) you are working on about yourself? None of us are perfect, so we get that you’ve got “stuff”. What are those challenging qualities you have?

My best qualities are my dependability, perseverance and self-reliance. I do what I say, and when I really want something my only enemy is time because I will make it happen.

3. Do you like music? Because music is a must. Really.

I like music, but I have terrible taste in it.

4. Have you ever cheated on a significant other? If so, what were the circumstances?

No. That’s the ultimate lie and not something I would do to anyone.

5. How do you feel about family? Are you in contact? If not blood family, do you have a chose family? Maybe friends you consider family?

I am very close to my family. I talk with both of my parents on the phone on an almost weekly basis.

Judge James Dean:

1. Eleanor Roosevelt, Hot or Not?

Not, sorry.

2. Let’s just pretend for a moment that you are at work at the very moment the zombies begin to rise up and take over the planet, would you barricade yourself at work in an attempt at self-preservation or would you fight your way through zombie-infested streets to be with the woman you love?

Are these fast zombies or slow zombies? Before or after lunch? This question is vague at best but I will attempt to answer it. I would organize a party of co-workers and trek across ruined Seattle to find Sizzle. Because a) I work with people who would make great victims in a zombie movie and b) my goal of saving Sizzle would make me the hero… and heroes always make it through in the end.

3. If you could travel through time and do one thing, which would you do? a) assassinate Hitler all ninja-style using little sharp Stars of David, b) wearing an ape outfit, pretend to be Bigfoot at documented sightings, thereby perpetuating the myth, c) try to find out what’s up with Napoleon’s hand, d) would only travel through time IF the woman you loved could come along?

If I could travel through time, I would go back and find Jesus and ask him why he hasn’t shown up for any exercise nights, and why he’s ducking my calls. Guy is a jerk.

4. Would you use your one prison phone call just to call up the woman you love?

Only because I know she has bail money.

5. If someone tried to attack you and your love and you stepped up to protect her, what would you do to the attacker? a) go Medieval on his ass, b) go Edwardian on his ass, c) go Bronze Age on his ass, d) go Post-Modern on his ass?

Let’s go for Edwardian. That sounds unique.

Judge Tomato:

1. What do you think about gay people? (This says a lot about his tolerance in general, not to mention you wouldn’t be able to date any degree of a homophobe. Chances are they probably have a few race issues as well.)

While I have worked alongside gay men and have known more than a few gay and lesbians in college – I don’t have any true “friends” who are gay. Not by plan – it’s just never really come up. From a political sense, it does piss me off that the gay/lesbian community seems to be the only legally discriminated against minority left in the US. It’s bullshit and wouldn’t be allowed with any other group. It feeds my sense of “outrage” I guess.

2. I would like to see photos of him. If he doesn’t smile in any of his photos, he is not right for you. I don’t trust people who don’t smile in their photos. I’ve rarely been wrong about this.

{He smiles. Trust me. And has this adorable dimple.}

3. What are his religious and political views? While the answer is not the deal breaker, the right answer of his should be, he has his beliefs but does not feel a need to preach them nor condemn others for their opinions. If he is strong-willed on either his politics or religion and finds that it is his way or no way, then he is not right for you. Even if upfront he pretends he doesn’t mind your way, he does and it will come out down the road and get ugly.

I am an atheist and a Democrat.

4. Is he attracted to you “as is” or does he think you have a pretty face and after he gets you to lose a few pounds, you’ll be perfect? While this seems like an obvious red flag, it is usually only an elephant in the room that no one wants to talk about until a few months into the relationship and the elephant walks up and steps on your relationship and you are side swiped because you never saw it coming. If this question is asked up front, you know what you are dealing with. He should like you as is and should support you choosing to eat healthy or treat your body well, but should be attracted to you as you are.

I like Sizzle as is. I don’t make demands on people that I can’t do myself. She lives healthier than I do anyway.

5. What is his relationship with his family? It’s okay if he isn’t close to his biological family, but he better have a strong network of friends to surrogate that family. If he is a loner and doesn’t need people in his life, you don’t need him. You need someone gregarious and open to love and knows love from experience. You don’t need to teach him how to love, he already knows.

Please see Judge Jenny Two Times fifth question for this answer.

Judge Kaply: (who is, for the record, the only person in my life (so far) that has met Bachelor #4 in person)

1. Do you live in an apartment or house? Anything with wheels DOES NOT COUNT. Also no tents or yurts.

I live in an apartment – 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom, 1 living room, 1 dining room, 1 kitchen and a balcony. And I abhor tents of any kind.

2. Do you read books? Real books, not “graphic novels” or the back of cereal boxes.

Well, I used to draw “graphic novels” or “comic books” as we called them in “the Biz” for a living, but I do read lots of “real” books. I enjoy History and Fiction (yes, Science Fiction) and some of my favorite writers are JRR Tolkien, China Mievelle, and Neil Gaiman.

3. Do you have friends? Actual human beings who acknowledge and interact with you without payment?

Yes, and a few who don’t charge too much. Why they stand me, I haven’t a clue.

4. Are you able to hold a conversation? Which for the purposes of this review is people alternately talking AND listening? Listening being defined as paying enough attention to what the other person says to relate the gist later to “friends”?

I am an excellent listener and a dynamic conversationalist. I remember shit people say all the time. Sometimes, even at appropriate moments.

5. Are you gainfully employed at something that allows you to pay your bills without recourse to your mom, dad or some other person to fill in the gaps?

I am gainfully employed. But I will accept donations from anyone who offers. Except Ms. Sizzle. That’s just bad form. I’m still trying to impress her.

6. Everyone firmly believes that they have a sense of humor. Has anyone other than your mom ever told you that you were funny? Do you appreciate funny in other people?

Holy Shit – I am FUNNY – you don’t even KNOW! I even have it in writing on a holiday card from friends. One of my biggest past-times and greatest loves is laughter. I try to take nothing too seriously, least of all myself.

*I think this guy deserves a better nickname than Bachelor #4. I’m working on it.


Animal Adventures

January 26, 2010 at 7:04 am | Posted in family, fun & frolicking | 36 Comments

I spent Saturday with my nephew at the Zoo. I don’t, as a general rule, like the Zoo mostly because I don’t like to see animals out of the natural habitats or confined in small spaces. But, for my nephew, I will do anything. This fact has been proven time and time again.

Ducks

Spending time with Finn is one of the greatest joys in my life. With him, I am impossibly silly and happy. We were rambling through the zoo on a quest to find monkeys when he looked at me and said smiling, “I just tooted.” So I was all, “Quick! Let’s out run it!” And so we did. We ran. Because 3.5 year olds love to run. (Note to self: up your work outs.)

Two Monkeys

We were near the bears when he said, “I have to go potty.” Uh oh. This zoo is like a maze- how the eff am I going to find a bathroom?! I checked the map and asked a Zoo person and we picked up the pace each time he said, “I can’t hold it.” By the end we were sprinting towards the restroom. He made it just in time. Phew! I was worried. Later, on the way out, I bought him a giraffe toy and some french fries and he fell asleep in the car two blocks from home.

I love that kid in ways I cannot even articulate. Every time I hang out with Finn I have renewed appreciation for parents. How you cart around all those toys and change of clothes and snacks while ensuring the kid’s safety and happiness and running after them- them with their childlike exuberance and you with not enough sleep or coffee. How do you make it through your day without needing uppers or naps?! I’m so impressed and in awe. Mostly though, how you are in charge of this little person, and how they can break your heart 1,000 ways- with their smile, smarts, or tears. Being a parent is the most important job on earth. I bet even the gorillas would tell you that.

I hope someday I get to be one.

{There. I admitted it.}

Point of No Return

January 21, 2010 at 7:32 am | Posted in my neurosis, processing | 34 Comments

Me: It’s just that I feel anxious when someone likes me TOO much. Like I am suddenly responsible for them and their feelings. I don’t want to hurt them. I don’t want to be responsible!

My therapist: Do you think maybe you’re more afraid of being vulnerable and of letting yourself trust another person to show up for you than you are of being responsible for someone? Maybe it is your own feelings rather than the other person’s that is the issue here?

Me: Yes. That’s probably it. . . Shit.

I have felt like this for a long time- that guys who like me “too” much somehow are putting a pressure on me to live up to something I am not. I don’t want to be put up on a pedestal but I should want to be appreciated, right? That’s normal. That’s healthy. (I’m still learning what normal and healthy are. Work with me here.) Maybe all this time I’ve held guys at an arms length was more about wanting to protect myself from getting hurt than about not wanting to take responsibility.

Dear God I sound like something out of a psych text book. I’m a cliche! It’s official.

I tend to believe that a guy is not going to show up for me and so, I keep seeking out men who won’t and call those guys “my type”. Maybe they are unavailable- they like someone else/are in a relationship with someone else, they live somewhere far away, they are emotionally inept, they lack the ability to communicate in healthy, productive ways. . . they always say one thing and do another. Every. Single. Time. If I had to define the common thread through “my type” that is it right there. And it’s a very painful trigger for me. At some point, now equipped with this knowledge, I get to say ENOUGH and stop seeking out that kind of guy.

That point is right now.

I’m not going to pretend it’s easy to change the way you are wired when it comes to relationships. But I can no longer go along the way I’ve been. It does not work for me. “My type” is not a good type. And so I have to keep checking my instincts and fine tuning them. A man with integrity, with character, with a strong sense of self, who possesses the ability to talk about feelings without hiding or choking on them, who can own his shit and works on it, who is available in all senses of the word AND who appreciates me for who I am is not asking too much. I deserve that. At the very least, that’s what I deserve.

I just keep telling myself that when my internal panic button has been pressed.

Maybe, just maybe, if I keep showing up for myself I’ll be better able to pick out someone who can show up for me.

A Rare Recap*

January 19, 2010 at 7:26 am | Posted in dating, drivel, fun & frolicking | 34 Comments

My weekend was a blur of activity and not enough sleep.

Friday night I managed to escape work by 5pm and meet friends/coworkers for happy hour which turned into an all night drinking fest. Impromptu drunk is always better than planned drunk in my opinion. It was JUST what I needed after a frustrating day.

It hurt to wake up on Saturday but of course my body does not understand “sleeping in”. Or maybe it is my cats who don’t? Either way, I found myself awake before 7am readying myself to help a friend with some heavy lifting and moral support. I managed to muster a second wind for my 6th date with Bachelor #4. He’s the one that often causes me lack of sleep due to late night making out. And again, I was awake far past my bedtime. (I can now confirm that 2:30am does indeed exist.) He has not gotten this far on his dimple and impossibly long, dark lashes alone. He’s a smart ass charmer. He says stuff like, “If ass was quantified by math, I would have negative ass. Perhaps on a quantum level.” That shit is funny. You know how I get all swoony over a guy who makes me laugh.

Sunday gave me a couple hours in my pjs on the couch before hanging out with sister then meeting up with Bachelor #5. Here’s some perspective: on my first date with Bachelor #4 four hours whizzed by before I realized we’d been sitting in the restaurant so long. . . and then we went somewhere else after that culminating in a six hour date. I arrived for Sunday’s date at a little before six and was home before nine. This just goes to show that people can appear well suited for each other on paper but it does not mean they will be in person nor does it guarantee chemistry. So I came home and went to be early.

Monday was my last paid day off until May. CRUEL WORLD! I met a friend for breakfast then we went to her new house. Her husband came home and we all ended up having a discussion about relationships. Okay, really, they were giving me advice about letting a nice guy like me and not being hung up on my “type” which according to all my smart and sharp friends, is not a very good type to have. It’s not about looks but about the quality and integrity of the guy. I keep finding myself hung up on men who talk a lot of talk but do not do anything to show they actually mean what they say. I settle for this bullshit all the time but (and this is a big but) BUT NOT ANY MORE. I mean it. I am going to fight every impulse I have and change this negative pattern around. Quite possibly, if I will let him, Bachelor #4 might help me with this. (He is not at all like my “type”.)

I digress.

I managed to drag myself to yoga despite wanting to forcibly remove my own uterus due to intense cramps. And guess what the class focused on? Strengthening and opening the hips. Uh, awesome? More like, owie. I was not in good form and I totally blame the hormones. I could not keep my balance at all which was frustrating me. And you know how when you’re already all hormonal and crabby that every little thing makes you even more irritated? Hard to find the Zen in that but I tried and tried and tried and breathed deeply A LOT.

I met Bachelor #4** for a quick dinner after class. Let it be known that every single time he’s seen me prior I have been wearing a dress or a skirt and this time I allowed him to see me in my yoga clothes. Vanity does not become me, does it? I was wearing my “reading is sexy” shirt so at least there was that. I think he still is interested in me since we ended the night fogging up the windows in my car like we were sixteen.

Ahem.

I need another weekend to recover from my weekend.

*I don’t normally subject you to recaps like this but my mind can’t seem to focus on one topic.

**I am working on a nickname for Bachelor #4.

Overheard In a Meeting

January 15, 2010 at 7:04 am | Posted in the office | 65 Comments

Sometimes in our department meetings we get sidetracked. While discussing upcoming time off requests the following occurred:

She #1: I’m going to Kentucky for a wedding in April.

She #2: Is that when the Derby is?

She #3: No, it’s May 5th.

She #1: I would love to go to the Derby.

She #4: Such great hats!

She #5: When I went to Louisville, there was a KKK rally.

She #4: Ohhhh, that’s significantly less fun. . . though there are still hats involved.

*******

Apparently yesterday was delurking day. Can I make today MY delurking day? Say hi and let me know you’re here!

I Swear I’m Only Like This For a Few Days*

January 14, 2010 at 7:29 am | Posted in everyday frustrations, health, my neurosis, vent | 35 Comments

I’m irrationally irritated at mundane things. A sample list of thoughts that have crossed my mind in the last 24 hours:

Why is everyone in my way?

Why are people talking?

Why can’t I be invisible?

Why is work so much work?

Did I just stare off into space for five minutes during a meeting? Is someone asking me a question? Ooops.

Why are you crossing the street in the pouring down rain in the pitch dark at a snails pace where there is no cross walk? Do you want to die?! Why are you so stupid?

Why do I keep dropping everything?**

Why am I still hungry?

Where did my motivation go? All  I feel like doing is sitting on the couch watching American Idol.

How slutty is 21 lovers at the age of 36 on the scale of Prude to Free Love? Can you include oral on that list?

Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups sound really good right now! No they don’t. They are gross. I do not believe your lies. Eat a spoonful of natural peanut butter and a square of dark chocolate and PRETEND. Fine. (pout)

I have the attention span of a gnat.

How hard is it to just be in a good mood? Pretty hard when your hormones are driving.

Can I just hide in my apartment until I am nice again?

*Okay, maybe a week. Tops.

**Seriously why do I become a klutz when I have PMS?

2010: I’m Coming For You

January 13, 2010 at 7:16 am | Posted in list, living out loud | 26 Comments

Besides my intention of letting go for 2010, I’ve also set up some more tangible goals for myself. I have made a list because, well, I am me. Sizzle: The Lover of Lists.

  1. recommit to practicing yoga (on my way!)
  2. start practicing meditation
  3. prioritize self-care (This means that yoga class, water aerobics, exercise, and down time are not things I am willing to schedule over on my busy calendar.)
  4. spend more time with my family
  5. road trip
  6. find a new guitar teacher and get serious about learning
  7. go to Hawaii with Tomato
  8. have lost a total of 75lbs by the time Tomato and I go to Hawaii (currently at 35lbs lost)
  9. take the train to Vancouver with friends for TequilaCon ’10 (note to self: renew your passport!)
  10. have monthly dates with Finn
  11. say “no” more often
  12. go white water rafting (for my birthday?)
  13. throw more parties
  14. have all of my credit cards paid off (okay so there are only three but still)
  15. go to more theater and author readings
  16. learn a new craft (I’m thinking embroidery)
  17. have days where I have no plans, no obligations, nothing! so I can have a modicum of spontaneity
  18. sing in public (even if it is karaoke, DO IT)
  19. read more books (a book a month if I can swing it)
  20. only blog when I feel inspired not when I feel obligated

Hold me to these, k?

Namaste

January 11, 2010 at 10:07 pm | Posted in body image, health, living out loud | 33 Comments

I spend a great deal of my existence in my own head completely disconnected from my body.

Every week when I lay down on my therapist’s couch, as my body sinks into the leather, an audible sigh escapes my mouth. I rarely sit still. I long to be the kind of person who is mind/body connected, who can relax and be still and yet I feel like achieving it is my own personal Mt. Everest. Totally fucking daunting.

With my intention to release and let go in the coming year I thought about what activities could help me on this path. I immediately thought of yoga. The first time I ever took a yoga class was in college at UC Santa Cruz. I remember feeling so alive and invigorated after class that I walked from campus all the way home in the rain. It must have been over a mile and I did not care because I felt so in my body which was a foreign feeling for me. I want that feeling of being in my body back. I want to feel centered. I want to have time in the week where my main objective is to quiet my mind and focus. Do you get that? Me! The chick that is wound up too tight, who is always trying to outpace life, who does not know how to relax. She wants to do this. Willingly.

The first step is admitting you have a problem. The second is asking for help.

I’ve gone to two classes so far and ohmygodIloveitsomuch. Seriously, yoga completes me. I feel at ease and like I belong. Even when I am nervous because I want to get a good spot in the crowded room or I am worried that I am bending the wrong way. Even when my mind drifts to painful things or to do lists or is future tripping. I want to be there. So I gently tell myself, “Sizz, be here now.” And I am. Sometimes I might have to remind myself of that 20 times in an hour and a half. It’s okay. I’m learning.

The teacher said something in the first class that has stuck with me. We were stretching into a rather difficult pose for a basics class- where you are extending one leg backwards and up while reaching out the opposite arm, focusing on your core to hold you and breathing deeply. Many of us were wobbling and losing our footing. She said (paraphrasing), “It is okay if you wobble. That is just your body learning the pose.” Maybe it sounds simplistic but I needed to hear it because, emotionally speaking, I feel like I am wobbling all over the place. But maybe, like with learning new yoga poses, when my emotions waver, they are just learning how to be stronger, more centered, more in line with my heart.

It’s not failure.

It’s practice.

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