Yoga. So, yeah, it's happening. I have attended about a dozen classes since my previous post. I haven't loved all of them, but I do love going. I have written some, less than I care to admit, but at least some.
It's good. It's happening. I love it. Cheer me on, yeah?
What I mean is–I will do more. I don't know about you, but I think about doing stuff, a lot, rather than actually doing. Maybe my title should be The Year of Doing.
I've been planning to start yoga for years. Prolly about three years. I think that's right. You think I'm kidding? I wish I were. :( This morning, I dropped in at a local studio for a yoga class. I did it. And to add insult to injury, I bought 30 days for $30. And, and, I already signed-up for a class tomorrow morning. No shit. Maybe I'll let y'all (yeah, I know I'm Canadian, I just love the crap out of that word) know whether I showed.
Anyway, back to the year of more. I'm gonna do stuff this year. Not everything I've been thinking of because then I'd have to give up sleep, and family time, and eating. Probably yoga, too. I'm digging in to my renos. I'm doing yoga (we've already established). I'm writing more. Shit, I quit my job to write more and do this stuff, so I'd better do it or go back to work. Right?
I can feel it, this is going to be a transformative year for me. Nothing like heaping the pressure on yourself, Kacie. Wish me luck. And if you need a pep talk to do the same, let me know. I can do it. :)
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