Alas, my month trial of hot yoga has come to an end. I am really going to miss it. When I come back from the USA my plan was to pick up swimming again, but I am wondering if perhaps I should do the yoga again too, except it's so bloody expensive. I have learnt lots about my body this month. I learnt that I can put it into all sorts of weird positions, and then hold the position. Balancing is all in the mind - it requires focus. If you think you can do it, you can. Deep breathing helps - it distracts you from the task (and usually the pain and discomfort) at hand and focuses your mind on something else. Half pigeon hurts, but is bloody good for you. I love Shavasana. I am not as self conscious as I thought I would be. Trying new things is good. I always thought yoga was for hippie types and I just didn't 'get it'. The "ommmms" put me off, the weird pose names put me off, the deep breathing put me off and I thought it was just a fad. But I really
I haven't written in AGES. I have been pretty down in the dumps and haven't felt like writing. A variety of things, starting with the stress of trying to find a job and not knowing if I could stay in the country or not, followed by moving out and cat sitting on my own for 6 weeks, followed by being led on and rejected for the 2nd time by Morrison followed by some family stuff at home making me feel a bit anxious, followed by moving back into my house and not feeling part of the flat anymore, followed by my new job being utterly ridiculous put me in a pretty shitty semi-constant mood, and it was a vicious cycle as I come home from work grumpy and exhausted and not want to join in flat festivities and hide in my room, which meant I only isolated myself further and made me feel lonelier than I already did. And with my impending birthday - the big THREE OH, being in a state of flux, realising that I was in the same place I was in when I left London 2 years ago - flatting, in a jo
For the last few months of 2014 I wasn't in the best of places. The weather was cold and dark, the previous year I had been in sunny Singapore having the time of my life, half of my friends were travelling the world, my job was boring, and I couldn't find anyone I wanted to be my boyfriend. I was stuck in a rut. On the first weekend of the new year, I woke up feeling pretty down. I checked facebook and saw my travelling friends had uploaded some amazing photos, and I made a decision that I wanted my own adventure too. I went online and booked a Trek America 21 day tour of the USA, with the intention of continuing to travel and not coming back. I am a stubborn cow and I could have just booked flights to wherever my friends are, but I didn't just want to follow them across the globe, I wanted to do something on my own first. I paid my deposit, started to look at what travelling options I could do from the USA when the tour finished, then totally freaked out. Lik
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