Sunday, July 15, 2012

Random Sunday Thoughts

A lot is happening over at my other blog.

Which means it's nothin' but dead silence in here.

[crickets]

I made an awesome "Master Project List" with 4 big headers that are my main goals on it, and underneath, I put all of the little tasks I need to do towards those goals.  I've been SUPER busy (in a good way that makes my heart sing) this week... and not one thing on that list has been erased.  I guess I wrote all the wrong things on my to-do list.

Making that Master Project List on a dry erase board has been on my to do list for months now.  So at least I did it.  I just can't cross it off anything now, because it IS the to do list.  And I haven't done anything on it.

So... that's a bit of an Ouroboros.

Today my yoga teacher said something I really liked... and I tried repeating it over and over in my head so I would remember it... but now it's 8 hours later, and my brain is mush anyway... but it was something along these lines:

"Yoga is a slow attack on the ego.  It isn't all wheat grass and Lulu Lemon."

What she meant by that, she explained, is that the postures are hard, and if you tell yourself you can't do them, you'll be right.  Your ego will win out.  Whether you tell yourself you can or can't, you're right.

I liked that.

And it's totally one of the main reasons I love Bikram so much.  It's such a mind game.  And it's applicable to all aspects of life.  For example, yesterday I got incredibly tired at work after working an 11 hour shift the night before (until 4 in the morning), and then returning to work a few hours later to work another 8 hour shift after 4 hours of sleep.  At first, it was easy peasy.  But once my Venti iced coffee wore off... I crashed. The more I thought about how tired I was, the more tired I felt.  So instead, I turned on my Bikram brain and said,  "I'm not tired!  I have super amounts of energy!"  And it kinda worked.

I liked that.

Random Sunday thoughts.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

My Head is SPINNING

I've been so incredibly busy these past couple of weeks... and for the first time in a REALLY long time... I feel like myself again.

I've always been the girl that wasn't happy unless I had a million and one plates in the air... juggling them all with grace and ease... and if one went crashing down, I picked it up and put it back together again.

I've been watching Battlestar Galactic upon the recommendation of my friend Megan over at meganligeti.com: A Pretty Girl in a Nerdy World (check it out--it's a great insight into the "nerd" culture.)  I find there's lots of wisdom in the nerd world that I love so much.  I'm constantly quoting Lord of the Rings and the like... and Commander Adama of the Battlestar Galactic said something early on in the series that blew my mind:

"It's not enough just to live.  You have to have something to live FOR."
(He's so wise)

It's true.  I spent the past two years trying to "relax" and "let go" and "live like other people do" and not "stress out so much" and "just have a good time."  Well, guess what?  THAT DOESN'T WORK FOR ME!

I'm Type A.
I like to be in control.
I like to be busy.
I like to make things happen.
I can't "just have fun."  I have to have a passion project, a strong dream, something to work towards and for.

I spent so much time trying to find myself that I completely and totally lost myself.  But the good news is, I'm pretty sure that what once was lost has now been found.

My other blog, Delicate Princess Tummy, has become my passion project.  I work on it ALL the time.  I truly feel that this is what I'm supposed to be working on right now.  I don't know where it's going to lead me, but I know I love working on it, and feel like I'm on the right path again.  I get to combine my love of food, time in front of the camera, and engaging with other foodies.

So now that I have the website all redesigned, my next steps are to figure out Twitter and start networking with other food bloggers... and get people who aren't my friends onto the Delicate Princess Tummy train.

And that's terrifying.