I have a unique iPhone text sound for my favorite people. I dreamed this morning right before waking up of one of my favorite person text sounds. While still dreaming, the text read "I dropped 10". Then I woke up. I laid there in bed trying to figure out what it meant.

I had a dream last night of a cave where I've got giant tongs to reach into the cave and pull out stuff that needs to go. I pulled out one big black thing with tentacles that I wanted to throw away quickly without any of it touching me. I said, "My Vulnerability".

I am deep into an introspective place right now. It's a place of sophrosyne—a healthy state of mind characterized by self-control, moderation, and a deep awareness of one's true self, and resulting in true happiness. I'm thinking about the different levels inside myself I traverse. There are definitely different levels.

When dishes become psychology

‍I find joy in defying order. I like to be a rebel against someone who once tried to control me (and no longer can because that scenario never lasts). For instance, right now I am smiling at the sink full of dishes in the kitchen.

You can't teach an old dog new tricks. Cliché I know. Or can you? When I met my parents for dinner last night, a conversation came up around the food choices we make when we're older. [I think that in the back of my mind each day I am preparing for my next day's theme]. I immediately knew that I need to write about the old dogs, me being one of them, but my predecessor started this and my kids will follow.

I just want to escape. It's what I think about most lately. It's not that my current life is mundane, but I desperately crave some alone time where it's ok to space out and do whatever I want. What a dream to have very little responsibility except to myself and my own health.

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First, I will find the authorized Mysore Ashtanga teacher and the yoga studio to do my Mysore six mornings per week.

I'm trying an experiment today to get inspired to write. I also have a task to do and don't mind you watching me do it. I'm playing my entire iTunes library on Shuffle, and part of the job is to discard songs which really do not need to be with me any longer.

Today's first theme is time and second is Seven

‍"Oh yea, you're the one who skipped First Grade and missed the how-to-tell-time lesson," eloquently put by someone who depends on me. Yes, I'm the one.

You gotta love the days when you wake to a low battery high-pitched beep on a smoke detector in the house, especially during those "snooze" 9-minute sections where you love sleep the most.

My theme continues... the one where I'm not supposed to do anything. Not doing a thing except holding the universe together sounds good.

I want a tattoo with cherry blossoms. Symbolizing bravery, love, wisdom and spiritual awareness, I need them most on my left side of my body. This is the side of receiving, yin and not doing. I need to celebrate all of who I am and never allow myself to forget how to receive all that I deserve.

Not all those who wander are lost. ~J.R.R. Tolkien

I'm wandering... and wondering why it is that some days I prefer to let all the chaos build up inside me before I can make a clear thought. Today, I'm feeling it energetically so words are not coming easily—only gibberish.

I'm up early waiting for my coffee to brew. I usually am at early morning Mysore-style yoga by now. Today I am trying something new. I will attempt to take my daughter to breakfast before school and then go to yoga. And it's ok that I'm late on Fridays

The best way to make up with a teenage girl is to just give her back her electronics and not care if she is watching the Vampire Diaries instead of doing homework. At least she ripped pages out of the Twilight book earlier today in her boredom, so we have a clue. ‍

Joslyn made me do this. Or her babies did—the two cute new twins whom I have yet to meet but feel like I have. I am living vicariously through her Instagram photos and Facebook videos. Actually I’m reliving my own 3-babies-in-a-row life before I was on social media.

Here, as I type, you are close.
(you are just on the other side of my sentences).

You are watching my face
trying to figure out where words
come from.

What could be worse than coming home from a vacation after successfully detoxing yourself from the everyday technology that rules your life?

I am inspired by this writing by Toko-Pa which sends me into a new place, all while I’m set on focusing on that which I need to do in this moment. I’m not sure what that is actually; I’m letting life guide me, distracted or not.

I am distracted often. Yes, it gets in my way when I feel I’ll be in trouble if I don’t accomplish a certain goal. Yet, with my life of freedom—more so, the art of distraction itself—I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

I was once called Lady with the Red Pants by a strict yoga teacher with whom I’d been practicing yoga for 6 years.

humiliation from across the room