yoga.
in Funny Stuff
as ability, anything, Auto, cannot, class, Draft, ebay, elbows, fact, fifty, judgement, kind, knees, leg, levers, man, mollification, pose, right, room, something, spandex, spandex pants, strength, teacher, terminology, tonight, tw, yoga, yoga class
I took a yoga class tonight and the teacher mentioned to me that I have “long levers.”
She mentioned this twice.
I thought that was kind of funny terminology and wanted to laugh.
I probably would have if a). that would not have been considered rude, b). it did not feel like one hundred and fifty thousand degrees in the room, thereby zapping me of my strength to do anything other than the pose I was trying to accomplish, and c). I thought that laughing would help me actually be able to balance my knees on my elbows for longer than 2.5 seconds.
The man next to me during the class was really into it.
Like, spandex pants into it.
He was so into that he could balance his knees on his elbows for much longer than my 2.5 seconds.
I tried not to be too jealous.
You can always buy spandex pants, but you cannot buy the ability to balance knees on elbows.
And yes, I checked ebay.
I was somewhat mollified by the fact that I could get my leg a lot higher in the air than he could.
And then I felt guilty for that mollification because the teacher said something like, “And remember, there is no judgement and no competition in this room,” right about then.
(but I still got my leg higher)
(I just tried not to think about it)
Is it bad that my favorite part of the class might just be vinyasa?
Because that is when you just lay there, still and serene with your eyes closed and I am pretty sure that I almost fell asleep while practicing it tonight.
In fact, I think I am gonna go all vinyasa right now.
And really fall asleep this time.
in which I say absolutely nothing about the 4th of july.
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Thoughts and Feelings
as bedtime, carrots, earthly idea, God, heart, life, longing, man, microphone, summer, The Way, time
Sometimes the summer feels big.
Too big; and here I am, small in comparison.
The days have lengthened and I am not sure that I can stretch that far too. I am not sure that I can keep up. It is nighttime but not bedtime and I start to feel the way I can sometimes feel at parties.
Out of place and sort of like how I felt when I first started singing solos on a stage and without a microphone. Suddenly I was overly aware of my arms and my hands and how I just had no earthly idea what I should do with them. Jazz hands are not always the answer, believe it or not, and there I was–singing about longing for home and man, I must have looked like a girl who had never actually met her own arms before. Or if she had, she sure didn’t remember it because look how they reach so awkwardly when they should hang contentedly! look how they hang when it would actually be appropriate to do a subtle reach this time! It was awkward, definitely awkward.
And yes, the other day I was at a party and there were all these couples and then there was me and I couldn’t help but feel claustrophobic and lonely at once. Which was confusing. Because at first you just want to please. get. away. But then you don’t want to be alone. So what do you do? Go crazy with munching on the carrots, I guess, which is what I did. Try not to think about your own life so much and just ask a lot of questions to whomever is on your right or your left, which seems to work out pretty well too.
But summer.
It feels like a pair of pants that I cannot hope to fill out right now. I need a belt because it just doesn’t fit right. Maybe if I make enough adjustments, I can make it work, but right now that effort seems monumental and man, I’m tired, so very tired.
Please realize that I love the season of summer, I do. It’s just that right now the long days feel too long; the short nights too heavy. I am sure I won’t feel like this at some point, cause don’t our feelings like to trick us into believing that finally, they’ve settled down and decided to just stay put? And oh, you’re feeling pretty down right now? Your heart hurts, you say? Then yep. This is when I decide to stay FOREVER. Love, The Way You Feel About Life. But if I’ve learned anything besides the fact that, as a rule, snapping turtles bite with their mouths, it’s that things change. Life progresses. And this too shall pass.
God doesn’t change, though; I think I’ve learned that, too. Or rather, am continuing to learn it. Again and again and again, with each new revolution that surprises me yet another time. Hahaha you keep getting me, life! You’re a good one!
Seriously, though. You are a good one, life. Most of the time. And then there’s God and he’s a good one all of the time. Which needs to settle in and make my heart less sad, I think.
Which should happen just about…anytime now.
sorry about your…
in Funny Stuff, I Lift My Eyes Up, Thoughts and Feelings
as Beatrice, friend, man, miracles of miracles, mom, phone, ping pong tournament, plan, tone of voice, ultimate frisbee, unidentified friend
Oh man, I won two games tonight. What bliss. I, along with my team, won a game of ultimate frisbee and then I won a ping-pong tournament against someone who will remain nameless. Isn’t that so generous of me to leave him anonymous? I mean, it could really be a blow to his ego if [...]
lately.
in Thoughts and Feelings
as autonomy, California, california time, Jessica, man, nothing, poor girl, someone, sound of water, sweatshirt, time, way
Lately I have been living on California time and I need to remember that the morning still happens and a lot of people even see it. Lately I have felt like hiding and people keep finding me anyway. I know this is a good thing, but sometimes I cannot tell you what I am planning. [...]
you build me up, buttercup.
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Thoughts and Feelings
as elevator, God, Jesus, laundry list, maid, man, orange, orange backpack, person, quiet girl, sevent, toilet paper rolls
Today I was in an elevator. *hold for applause* And there was a man in the elevator too. *the man gets no applause because this is not his blog* He had bright orange hair and we immediately had a connection; the kind that can only be shared by two people whose hair color comes out [...]
animal stories.
in Funny Stuff
as demi plie, foot, fresh as a daisy, God, I. Hate, Ian, man, MY, MY FOOT, open mic, pink tights, snake, something, squirrel, tiny children
Oh no, it’s late. And I kind of knew this would happen. Because, see, we went to the open mic at the Castle tonight and whenever we go there we don’t get home till real real late. But what makes this especially unfortunate is that tomorrow morning I have to be up and at ‘em [...]
interesting.
in Uncategorized
as butter dish, Christine, christmas ballet, classic christmas, couple, erin, funny quote, game, hand, little ballerina, man, Martin, martin guitars, pennsylvania, Performance, Pocket, spider eggs, time, today
A couple of things stand out from today. I was introduced to a man this afternoon and when I tried to shake his hand, he told me that he doesn’t shake hands with ladies. I quickly put the offending hand out of sight within my pocket but didn’t mind so much because it was cold [...]
dumb dumb dumb
in Funny Stuff, Thoughts and Feelings
as blah, Christian, dumb thing, hugs not drugs, man, part, societal expectations, thick accent, thing, tylenol, tylenol pm, wanna
Oh, I do dumb things sometimes. Okay, so I did a dumb thing once. Ha. I think I will have to stick with my original statement. Like the time I was really sad and afraid of the night, afraid of the quiet, afraid of my thoughts, and decided it would be a good idea to [...]
stairwells aren’t private but they are isolated
in Funny Stuff, Thoughts and Feelings
as beer, birthday, cabin crew, Canada, gingersnaps, God, hackles, humor, man, quick exit, song, stairwell, thoughts/life
Thank God for hackles and the way they raise. Because mine were put to use tonight. At least, they were if I actually have hackles. Or is it just dogs that have hackles? Well, whatever–something told me that a quick exit was in order, be it intuition, common sense, or just the fact that I [...]
oh, flying.
in Funny Stuff, Thoughts and Feelings
as Exit Row, God, green beret, humor, lady in blue, man, mind, philadelphia, philadelphia airport, plane, purse, Saddam Hussein, sleep deprivation, small purse, theater/tour, tone, travel days
I know why they won’t let you check in for your flight. You’re late! You. Are. Late…!!! Said the man standing behind me while waiting at the Northwest counter. I looked into his light blue eyes and couldn’t decide what was more annoying, the shade of his crystalline eyes or the jovial tone he used [...]
My name is Jessica and this is a nice, quiet space that I like to cram with words.
