"VICAR IN A TUTU"
Somehow, I ended up at a bar-hosted party thrown by a cop last night. Don't ask. Anyhoot. Pressing on. En route, I thought I saw an old roommate of mine, who, once upon a time a really close friend. Well, you know how the story goes, as everyone has had a friend like that, maybe even several, a close friend for a few years and then you drift and change and one day you realize it has been years. I mean, there was more to it. We were both in really transition and stressful time of our lives and stress was running high and I was in a particularly precarious place in my own life and I regret how all the cards fell.. but still, we were such close friends and I thought I saw her tonight and it occurred to me that I wouldn't know what to say if we did cross paths. That's a shame. It really is. Anyway, it was funny timing as I just thought of her the other day because I remembered she has a birthday coming. Eh, maybe one day we'll bump into each other and it'll be okay. Or okay enough.
Anyway! I yoga'd my ass of this morning. It was glorious. I love yoga. I love my Stairmaster, too, but I really love yoga. Ah and ohm. I can feel completely blah, do some yoga, and suddenly I'm walking taller, feeling better and have a totally different (more positive) outlook.
I'm off to errand and shop a little. Tonight I edit. The "memory project" alluded to on my website's words section is coming together nicely and I am excited to see it through.
3 comments:
I kind of know what you mean … the yoga part that is. I have a daily practice and without it, I dare not think how lost I would be.
As for bumping into old friends, that part is beyond me. I have a bad habit of writing people off. I don’t know why, maybe, if I had to think about it, it’s because they disappointed me beyond repair. Or, maybe it’s because I disappointed myself in the way I handled adversity in the relationship. I’m not sure. As I click away at this message I have a strained relationship with the person lying in my bed. How strained you may be asking yourself? Well, it’s four thirty in the morning now and I’m not due to wake for a couple of hours.
Peace,
Much more random and bizarre places to be than a cop party at a frat boy bar. The sweet potato fries were yummilicious though!
I know exactly what you mean – about the yoga, I mean. I have a daily practice and without it, I suspect I’d be lost. “Like leaves caught in a whirlwind on a cool autumn day.”
As for bumping into friends … I have no idea. I have a tendency of cutting friendships off clean. Maybe it’s just that I can’t forgive them for what they’ve done. Or maybe, I can’t forgive myself for not being able to see past what they’ve done. I’m not sure.
Anyway, I like your blog. Your style, what you say and how you say it. It takes a lot of time, I’m sure, and for this, I am grateful. I look forward to your next entry.
Take care and peace,
me
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