On the eve of the big 3-0*, in between streaming Before Midnight and massaging my feet with an overpowering “aloe” scented lotion, I hit the pause button to remind myself of things I’ll be fighting tooth and nail to change;
- Feeling even a hint of embarrassment at the guileless toothy grin I get each time I read or think about Jesse and Celine.
- Guilt of any kind.
- Anxiety of every kind.
- Apologizing for my not-even-all-that-messy room/work space*
- Fast and the Furious, seriously I’m done with all of yous.
- Entertaining more than 10 second conversations about the weather, diets or delayed transport.
- Choosing complex, showy poses over simple yet crazy heart opening back bends and forward folds.
- Measuring my life in feats and fortunes.
- Not reading in bed
- Taking anything personally.
*One for you Sammy.
Incidentally this is the only birthday I find myself not being weird and melancholy about, almost like my body is so over my melodramatic twenties already. Hilary Duff wasn’t wrong when she said it’s all so yesterday.
Ok she might not have used those exact words, but I think you catch my drift.
If you don’t, I expect you’re part of the select few waiting with bated breath for Fast and Furious 10!?
Go ahead and can call it Sappy Sunday from now if you like.
I just couldn’t help myself..
I’ve gone and fallen for ‘The Fragile Vial’ by Rumi, a poem I intend on reading and re-reading until I memorise every syllable.*
What more can I say except, winter makes me mawkish-yeah I looked that one up.
* hashtag nerd alert.
I’ve been repeating “everything will heal” most of today so I don’t end up accidentally reaching for arsenic.
My sleeping schedule has been tumultuous the past 4 years- how could I forget that fine day my mind discovered distraction therapy instead of hitting snooze.
Anyone who suffers from insomnia however mild, knows all too well the toll it can take over time.
But instead of trying to fight it..
I’ve decided to cut back on my internet habits aka click, click clickaritis , spend quality time with members of the human race and schedule long overdue acupuncture sessions.
Keeping it simple!
Multi-tasking can be a pain.
A big phat one.
Similar to the gnawing* pain that currently lives in my ribcage from attempting all sorts of crazy sh*t, as my yoga teacher so aptly put it.
Then an image like that of Ms Issa working a cooking party for one pops up, reminding me little pleasures is where its at, where I should direct my gaze whenever I’m out of breath.
More of my jams as of late:
Serene hummingbird killing me softly with beaker/breakfast tray inspiration; WHAT?!
30 seconds to kill aka a stream of consciousness, the perfect elevator backdrop I’m
stealing using one day.
Hidden Orchestra; my constant companion, I’m not kidding when I say this is the soundtrack to everything
* a gross exaggeration, its more a tickle at this point.
Since Elephant journal has been my second home lately..
I thought it appropriate to bring you THE ultimate F*ck it list by Kathleen, my new-found heroine who intends on YOLO-ing the shit of out her life..her words not mine.
Though these past 11 days have sped by like a Flash Gordon moment, I kept running into not-so-subtle reminders that it is well and truly time for me to sort out some repressed memories (cabbage patch dolls for one; eeeeek!) and finally start giving back.
Not just talking it up, but actually walking the walk.
I’ve been secretly obsessing over Africa Yoga Project; because well, just swoon!
Another day, another inspiring selfie floating the interweb.
This time of Lou flaunting an awe-inspiring print.
I’ve been wanting to spruce up my bedroom walls for a while- just how long can a person “reserve” blackboard paint in their shopping basket?
In the spirit of honesty/full disclosure I have to admit that fear has been holding me back, ruling it all.
Fear of not living up to the endless stream of wall inspiration…pinterest and EVERY single design blog that has ever lived, I’m looking at you!
Fear of changing my mind.
and ultimately fear of accumulating ugly sh*t.
Which is why the time has come to unleash years worth of my neglected collages on those lonely ashes walls *
Thank you and goodnight!
*please wait with bated breath for the finished product.
While the world insists on making autumn/winter wishlists (snore), I will be resisting the change of seasons if it’s the last honourable* thing I do.
Much like the field of dreams, I say if you don’t
believe it build it, it won’t come, it just won’t!
Excuse me while I reminisce of doomed and covert crushes, slap me silly opportunities, risqué cut-outs and even a return to astrology. Since you ask, it’s the Chinese with a very strong maybe to the Mayan kind too.
Now can you blame me for clinging to Summer a little longer?
*seriously how much Downton Abbey can one woman endure?
That would be a rhetorical question.