We went to Hall’s Harbour yesterday for a hike to celebrate my birthday and it rocked. Even the rocks rocked; we found amethyst and clear quartz, and some other cool stones. Then we went for a Chinese buffet. Probably the best birthday in my adult life.
Tonight’s class was great and it went sooo fast, unlike previous classes that seemed like they’d never end. I did pretty good tonight and I am starting to feel more hopeful about the whole thing. I love the cane dance (my sis calls it the pole dance) and I can’t wait to learn the dance to Misirlou.
...if I am to accomplish anything else. Because I keep reading and hearing that your thoughts create your reality, influence outcomes, affect your health, how you perceive yourself etc. etc.
So how do you change something that’s been a part of you since you learned to think?
I have made the routines, I have a control journal and a timer… and they are somewhere on the coffee table (terrible hotspot) amongst the miscellany. I’m going to find them and try to use them. Really.
I only wanted to because it drives me crazy that I don’t know what my bf is saying to his mom or brother and vice versa. If only my family had a secret language he couldn’t understand. So I’m letting this go because there are more important goals that I may actually be capable. French, yeah, Spanish, sure, Italian, maybe… but Arabic? Not bloody likely. When we first met I learned to say, “I love you,” and, “take off your pants,” but that’s about as far as I got.
I wanted to do this last year to celebrate my 30th birthday but it fell through. The timing has to be right because when the frost comes out of the ground, the rocks shift and pieces fall down the cliff and break open and inside may be amethyst, or other interesting stone. The catch is that it is in the Bay of Fundy where the tides change quickly and dramatically… and you have to go when the tide is out and get back before it comes in or you’re f**cked. So I’ve studied the Department of Fisheries and Oceans’ tide charts and decided this Sunday would be best. But this is one of those hikes you aren’t supposed to do alone so I’m working on getting some fellow adventure-seekers together.
never seems to be any extra money for this… other things more important, like food, e.g.
Sister is tied up with young offspring too little for the places I want to go. Dad works shift-work and I never know when he’s available. Bf not outdoorsy, and not up for more than 15 minutes of physical movement in one go.
I’m used to hiking alone but it’s getting old. Plus some of the places I want to go are dangerous to do alone. So I’m looking to expand my network.
my bf has assigned a dollar value to each organizing task, in that, I will receive x amount of money to spend however I wish, for each task completed. So far this hasn’t worked.
not huge progress, but an improvement no less. I have done six classess and a new session is starting this coming Monday. I have acquired a large mirror via freecycle and hung it in the spare room (yoga/meditation/sewing and now bellydancing room!) and I try to practice what I can remember. I had a dream last night that I was performing with a troupe but still at my current skill level and totally panicked… it was like my grade seven highland dance competition all over again. Shudder!
I’m going to see a naturopath… after thinking about it for, oh, about eight years or so. I didn’t go before because I didn’t figure they could tell me anything I didn’t already know or couldn’t find out on my own (for free or the nominal cost of internet), and because I’ve been afraid of hearing I can’t have chocolate, sugar, cheese, french fries, pizza, beer, wine, etc. anymore. If that’s the case, what’s the point in living? Wow, that’s sad in itself.
I did this before and didn’t suck then (2002) but now I started again and it feels totally different—it’s not coming as easily as it did the first time. It’s not on my “I’ve done this” list because I never mastered it; I just took a few sessions of beginner’s classes but I caught on to it and was having fun. This time though, it’s not coming naturally and I can’t seem to make my body do what theirs are doing. I look so awkward in the mirror I want to cry and go home. The veil is not my friend… and now my sister says they’ve brought canes into the mix (I did not attend the last two classes and haven’t decided if I’m going to go back at all)
I have myself convinced that when I’m online I am actually doing research and background work to help with the planning and execution of all the things I [think I] want to do. Mm hmm. Yeah. My computer is my comfort zone. Everything else is scary and icky.
It’s everywhere, it follows me every time I move and seems to multiply to fit larger spaces as I acquire them. It bogs me down, overwhelms me, embarrasses me, stifles me, and otherwise gives me the crazies. How do I get it to go away?
I have started doing morning pages 3 or 4 times in the last few years but I always end up stopping because I haven’t reaped the benefits yet and I don’t feel compelled to keep doing them since they are a real pain in the arse. Plus I tend to repeat myself a lot and I get tired of seeing the same words over and over on my pages. So i obviously haven’t got the knack of what I’m supposed to be doing and I really would like to.
he never teaches me how to do the stuff, he just does it and says there it’s fixed. But it’s a mystery to me and I want to know how to do it so I don’t need to call on him every time or wait for him to come home. I need to know I am wearing the pants in the relationship with my computer!
So there’s this old “barrel chair” in the basement. It belongs to the people who own the house we’re renting. It is torn apart as the fabric is rotten and the stuffing is hanging out. But the “bones” are still good and it would make a nice reading chair. I was going to take a class at the fabric store to learn to do it but the class got cancelled since only one person besides me signed up. I didn’t really want to drag the thing back and forth to the store anyway, because I wasn’t sure how I’d get it in the car. So I’m on my own and have not the slightest clue what to do. I do not adept learn well from books but that is what I’m going to have to rely on, and any advice I can get from people on here… if I can find anyone who’s done this. Anyways, I haven’t even gotten around to buying the materials yet. It is not that pressing but if I don’t do it soon, it won’t happen. Plus, the house is for sale and once it sells, we will have three months to find a new place to live and it will surely be much smaller than this (I’ve been spoiled by this house and all the extra space) and I am certain I will not be able/allowed to bring along a decrepit old chair with it’s stuffing hangning out. A spiffy new face-lifted chair – my special reading chair – which I’ve put hours of blood, sweat and tears into, would have to come with us.
