...but I was alive

I don't know why, but I've felt entirely uninspired to blog lately. I think it probably has to do with the fact that since The Guy and I have moved in together I rarely sit down at the computer at home.

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Since my last entry things have changed for the better/less frustrating. I think that hitting that low point just made me say, "Fuck it. I need to find a way to get over it. And I need to adjust my expectations."

I am not going to have a teacher here. I might never have a regular teacher again. I need to be okay with that.

So, following that last entry, I went home, moved some furniture around so that I had just enugh room to practise. I laid out my mat, and off I went.

I've done the same thing nearly every day since then.

And it's strange: since I accepted the idea that this is just the way it is, I've had great introspective practices. Deep, regular breath. No unrealistic expectations. Just me, the mat and the breath.

The Guy was in the room the other day while I was practising. He hasn't seen me really practise before, he's only seen me sitting and doing weird ashtangi stretches while watching tv, reading etc. His first observation made me realize that my breath must be strong. He said, "Whoa....is Darth Vader in the room?" I tried to keep it together, but I couldn't, and I totally burst out laughing mid-vinyasa...and consequently collapsed onto the floor from upward dog. No one ever said I was graceful.

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The other really positive thing is that I found my own mini-yoga community. I went to a class (non-Ashtanga) about a week and a half ago and discovered a really awesome group of likeminded individuals. We chatted about India, asana, Kombucha, bandhas, ayurveda and jump throughs. They aren't ashtangis, but they've been reading/watching a lot about Ashtanga and are very interested in learning. We honestly hung out and chatted for over an hour after class. It made me so, so, so happy to find that community. They're interested in the idea of a self-practice group, and the teacher/owner said she'd be willing to offer up her studio space.

That made me happy beyond words.

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Th Guy and I spent a wonderful, romantic, fun weekend in Stratford. We went to the theatre, ate, drank and slept.

It was honestly one of the best times I've had in awhile.

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I spent the past weekend in Toronto. The Model has been going through a tough time. Last week, she broke up with her boyfriend (and another one of my close friends) of six years. We had a girls' weekend that involved a lot of chatting, laughing, dining and occasionally waxing nostalgic. It was wonderful and therpeutic for everyone.

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I think I've run out of things to say. As I said when I was talking to Meg last night, I have no exciting news. My life consists of the following routine: get up, shower, eat breakfast, go to work, eat lunch, go home, practise, make dinner, hang out with The Guy, go to bed.

And I really, really like it that way.