What to Write About
I find myself in my recliner this evening. I'm tired, my mind is blurred with thought, yet I do not know what to write about. This is when I start to ramble and hope that it all makes sense.
Friday was the start of my 5th annual yoga retreat. True to form, I had a list of preparations, including packing clothes, buying groceries and wine (a necessity) and washing the rig. A true procrastinating perfectionist, I didn't even attempt any of these things until Friday morning. But first I went to a volleyball game. My college friend, Jody, was in town to see her daughter play volleyball at the U of J. I hurriedly rearranged my timeline so that I could attend the volleyball game and catch up with Jody. We are getting reacquainted after many, many years of not having a lot of communication with each other. Although we aren't as close as we once were, it's still good to see her. She introduced me to her son, Aaron (14), as her "forever friend." I like that and I guess that is an adequate statement. She and I tend to drift in and out of each others life for some unknown reason. And just as quickly as we reconnect, we drift apart again. It used to bother me a great deal. But l have come to understand this ebb and flow of life and do not question it.
Later, as I was cruising the grocery store aisles, I ran in to a high school classmate, Rowena (Berg) Monson. Although we are friends on Facebook, this is the first time I've seen her in the flesh in ten years (if not more). We chatted like we'd seen each other yesterday. It was great to see her and hear everything that has been going on in her life She's quite the talker and covered a lot of ground in a matter of minutes.
I left the grocery store and headed right out to the English Manor Cabin at Lakeview Meadow Resort. My yoga retreat people were going to show up around 5 pm and I had a lot to do. Every year I say "this is my last retreat" - namely because it's a lot of work for me both mentally and physically. But, as in years past, I left this retreat with the anticipation to next years retreat. However, once the retreat honeymoon euphoria subsides, I'm sure I'll be giving some serious thought as to whether I want to do this again next year.
My students are the greatest. Through their witty conversations with each other and me, several ideas for marketing and special events were shared with me. They were great ideas and well worth investigating. I'm already working on a Wine and Yoga event for January at The Arts Center. I'll need to be finalizing the details so marketing of the event can start.
Daylight Saving time started last night also. I am, without a doubt, not a fan of this event. It's 6pm and pitch black. This is the time of year where I start feeling the affects of S.A.D. (Seasonal Affective Disorder). If you're a blog stalker, you know that last winter was difficult for me. To be fair, it wasn't all S.A.D that had me tanking. However, I have managed to climb out of the (emotional) basement without the aid of antidepressants. I believe I'll be stronger this winter. (I hope).
So, here I am, sitting in my recliner, sipping Apothic Dark, recapping the events of my weekend. The memories made this weekend will forever be etched in my memory bank.
Friday was the start of my 5th annual yoga retreat. True to form, I had a list of preparations, including packing clothes, buying groceries and wine (a necessity) and washing the rig. A true procrastinating perfectionist, I didn't even attempt any of these things until Friday morning. But first I went to a volleyball game. My college friend, Jody, was in town to see her daughter play volleyball at the U of J. I hurriedly rearranged my timeline so that I could attend the volleyball game and catch up with Jody. We are getting reacquainted after many, many years of not having a lot of communication with each other. Although we aren't as close as we once were, it's still good to see her. She introduced me to her son, Aaron (14), as her "forever friend." I like that and I guess that is an adequate statement. She and I tend to drift in and out of each others life for some unknown reason. And just as quickly as we reconnect, we drift apart again. It used to bother me a great deal. But l have come to understand this ebb and flow of life and do not question it.
Later, as I was cruising the grocery store aisles, I ran in to a high school classmate, Rowena (Berg) Monson. Although we are friends on Facebook, this is the first time I've seen her in the flesh in ten years (if not more). We chatted like we'd seen each other yesterday. It was great to see her and hear everything that has been going on in her life She's quite the talker and covered a lot of ground in a matter of minutes.
I left the grocery store and headed right out to the English Manor Cabin at Lakeview Meadow Resort. My yoga retreat people were going to show up around 5 pm and I had a lot to do. Every year I say "this is my last retreat" - namely because it's a lot of work for me both mentally and physically. But, as in years past, I left this retreat with the anticipation to next years retreat. However, once the retreat honeymoon euphoria subsides, I'm sure I'll be giving some serious thought as to whether I want to do this again next year.
My students are the greatest. Through their witty conversations with each other and me, several ideas for marketing and special events were shared with me. They were great ideas and well worth investigating. I'm already working on a Wine and Yoga event for January at The Arts Center. I'll need to be finalizing the details so marketing of the event can start.
Daylight Saving time started last night also. I am, without a doubt, not a fan of this event. It's 6pm and pitch black. This is the time of year where I start feeling the affects of S.A.D. (Seasonal Affective Disorder). If you're a blog stalker, you know that last winter was difficult for me. To be fair, it wasn't all S.A.D that had me tanking. However, I have managed to climb out of the (emotional) basement without the aid of antidepressants. I believe I'll be stronger this winter. (I hope).
So, here I am, sitting in my recliner, sipping Apothic Dark, recapping the events of my weekend. The memories made this weekend will forever be etched in my memory bank.
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