I learned this week…
…that inversion poses are where it’s at in yoga, and the handstand is king. A notch down from the handstand is a head stand. I can do neither. However, this week in “yoga for a grade” I learned a pose that serves as a stepping stone toward a true head stand. Tripod balance pose. It’s not the most comfortable pose, certainly not the most elegant, and I wasn’t able to hold it for very long, but I did it. And that’s all that matters to me.
…that sometime when I wasn’t looking, my daughter discovered that she likes my t-shirts. I’m not sure which I’m more upset about, the fact that she is borrowing my clothes or that they actually fit her.
…that traffic will invariably flow contradictory to my immediate needs.
…that my daughter has been asked to the Spring dance at her middle school – and she’s going to go! Last time she was asked, she declined because she was going to have to – EGADS – wear a dress. This time around there is a more relaxed dress code. Good thing, too. My daughter’s idea of dressing up is a white button up shirt and low top Converse sneakers.
…that as I age, the fit of a good tennis shoe trumps aesthetic. Recently, I spent two days scouring athletic shoe stores looking for replacement sneakers. It was a trying process – it always is. I can’t just walk into a store and buy the first shoe that strikes my fancy. There are important factors that must be considered. Do my prescription orthotics fit? Are they made from natural material or synthetic? Are they lightweight? Breathable? Cross trainer or walker? Is the tongue thick? Does it ride too high? Too low? Are they narrow across the bridge? Do my bunions cry out in agony with every step I take? These are all valid questions that must be asked before committing to such an important purchase. After torturing a half a dozen salespeople, I finally settled on a pair of Nikes. I usually steer clear of that particular brand because of their tendency toward a narrow bridge and a thick tongue, but I found a pair that fits all my requirements. Of course, they are neon pink, likely glow in the dark, and are perhaps the ugliest things I’ve ever put on my feet, but who gives a shit. They adequately serve their purpose.
…that I didn’t win the Mega Millions Jackpot. Bummer.
…that five little words of criticism – “not as complete as usual” – written on an in-class discussion assignment will cause me a great amount of internal suffering – indeed, eat at my very soul. I will obsess over this negative review until it encapsulates my every thought and I’m left with no alternative but to email the professor in an effort to explain my shortcomings as a student. Of course, the realization that he likely never gave the note a second thought just adds to my level of frustration and humiliation. I need to learn to let these things go.
Yeah, right. Who am I trying to kid?
…that I am becoming a photography junkie. I want to take pictures of everything. Here’s one I took a couple of days ago of the Knock Out roses in my backyard.
…and last, but not least, this week’s awww moment is brought to you by this little miniature schnauzer named Bear. I had the pleasure of spending my Monday with him. He was rescued from a puppy mill and is up for adoption through a local schnauzer rescue group. Photograph is courtesy of Efrain Sain, a local photographer, attorney, and musician, who office shares with our law firm.