How do you begin to explain two weeks of ups and downs?
I’ll start with the first downer – Fire Walk With Me. Why did David Lynch do that?! Jon and I were devastated that our Twin Peaks marathon was over and had to watch the follow-up movie. Ugh! That’s all I will say. Ugh. Twin Peaks was amazing, and I’m a huge Lynch fan, but the sour taste of Fire Walk With Me is blech.
Now that I’ve purged that from my memory bank, it’s been a while. You know if that’s been the worst thing to happen, then my hiatus has been successful.
We’ve been nursing Duke back to health, which I’ll post about a little later today. We’ve experienced a little stress from the situation, but right now I feel lucky to have Jon’s support. We’re one hell of team. Unstoppable at times, really.
Plus, I’ve been listening to Lil Wayne nonstop. I don’t care. He’s the shit. How can I enjoy David Lynch and Lil Wayne you might ask? Because that’s the way it goes.
But really, the biggest high that I’m still riding is a Vinyasa yoga teacher assistant program I took this past weekend. I knew that a lot of time would be spent exploring my physical and emotional limits. When you’re assisting someone via touch, you have to consider the energy you bring into their space. Twenty-three hours in a hot room proves to be eye opening.
I’m not one to share, but I’m trying. I have always told Jon that I feel like I’m watching a television episode of my life and that I’m simply playing a character of myself. When I was in San Francisco, it was the first time in years that I saw glimmers of me … that assertive, creative, compassionate, often-called bitch, that was left behind in Roanoke 10+ years ago.
This weekend taught me truth and fearlessness. I was the base during a partner exercise (basically, the equivalent of playing airplane), and I couldn’t lift my partner up. I was telling the class that I didn’t want the responsibility of having someone trust me, and the teacher said, “maybe you don’t trust yourself.” And it’s true. Somewhere down the line, I quit.
Let’s be honest (again), this blog is an example of that. Let’s slap a theme to it. I’ll talk about home décor rather than myself. I’ll hide behind fun things I find because no one wants to hear about me, right? I’ll use Jon’s pretty pictures rather than take my own (not that I mind Jon’s pictures because they’re amazing).
Slowly, the evolution to a lifestyle blog is taking place. I like that.
Oh, and I chose the picture above for two reasons: