I brought sandals and its 48 degrees. There’s snow on the foothills. I keep thinking of Snoopy’s brother Spike. I think he lived near here. I’m out of my element and without a place to stay for the next four nights. I kind of feel like I’ve landed on the moon and have absolutely no idea how I got here.
I’m fine with it. Really, going with the flow. Staying in the moment and vainly trying not to curse out my cheap-ass self for picking such an abysmal hotel. (I didn’t stay). The training is top notch and I’m sure everything will work out with the hotels. It’s great to not need to freak out. I’ve well and truly changed.
I used to always, at least in my own head, identify the reasons why something/someone had shifted. Understanding was such an important component of my life. I think I was so insecure and afraid of outcomes that I didn’t trust anything unless I had unpacked it and deciphered the meaning to each and every component. It was tiring, and quite frankly, rarely ever produced a desired result.
So tonight I’m focused on Spike, getting ready for bed, and resting up for a long day of learning new ways to bring fun, funky functional yoga therapy to all of my customers.
They’ll be video tomorrow!
Big Loving Namaste!