Bridget Jones is right. There’s no point in pressuring yourself to start your New Year’s resolution on January 1, when you’re still feeling the adverse effects of too much alcohol. If you happened to spend the night/day/entire holiday season at my mother’s house, you can add sugar, fat, salt, caffeine, red meat, chocolate, and whatever the heck she puts in that chicken pasta casserole (I’m betting on Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom soup)
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to your booze binge.
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to your booze binge.
So it was with the best of intentions that on January 2 I channeled my yoga guru Emma Spencer of DragonFly Yoga Studios.
http://www.emmasdragonflyyogastudio.com/
I led my entire family—okay, the two people who don’t think yoga is for hippies and/or Communists—in a detox yoga class. With lots of emphasis on twists, to wring the yuletide excess out of our bodies. And pranayama, to breathe in bliss and breathe out angst. And Krishna Das, to underscore our releasing 2011 and embracing 2012.
http://www.emmasdragonflyyogastudio.com/
I led my entire family—okay, the two people who don’t think yoga is for hippies and/or Communists—in a detox yoga class. With lots of emphasis on twists, to wring the yuletide excess out of our bodies. And pranayama, to breathe in bliss and breathe out angst. And Krishna Das, to underscore our releasing 2011 and embracing 2012.
With all that binging and detoxing, I didn’t get around to considering New Year’s resolutions until today, January 3. Which is way late, even for the likes of Bridget Jones. Maybe it was all that Krishna Das,
http://www.krishnadas.com/
but suddenly the very thought of resolutions bemused/bewildered/bored me. I’d made resolutions for years—even kept some of them. I lost weight, exercised more, ate more vegetables, gave up soda, yadda yadda yadda.
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but suddenly the very thought of resolutions bemused/bewildered/bored me. I’d made resolutions for years—even kept some of them. I lost weight, exercised more, ate more vegetables, gave up soda, yadda yadda yadda.
But it wasn’t until last year, when I was so stuck in my empty-nest ennuie that I ditched the usual resolutions in favor of a more radical strategy—take yoga teacher training at age 55—that I really made a difference in my life.
For me, learning to breathe has been a revolution.
Forget Resolutions
Who needs a resolution? Better to make a revolution. Live each day as if it were your last chance to make a real difference. What would such a day look like…a succession of such days…a lifetime?
That’s the question I’m resolving to explore this year, starting today. Take a minute to breathe, and ask yourself that same question.
Because 2012 really is The Year of You.
“I’d hire you to do my online marketing and design in a minute if I could afford it,” said this small business owner, trying to reassure me of my talent and employability.
The Year of Giving continues….
Day 3 of 365
Today was easy: I got an email from a dear friend lamenting my recent lay-off. \
“I’d hire you to do my online marketing and design in a minute if I could afford it,” said this small business owner, trying to reassure me of my talent and employability.
“Done!” I said, “My gift to you!”
Day 4 of 365
Only the second day and I’m coming up short. In desperation at day’s end I gave myself a break, and decided to give my compadres at dinner a bottle of Malbec. Whatever works.
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