My To Don’t List


This year the phrase “self care” has been everywhere I look. Need a manicure? “Self care.” New shoes?” Self care.” Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a fresh gel manicure, I just hate sitting still for one. I like looking nice, I just hate shopping. Go you if those events bring you joy. I’m not judging, I’m just thrilled that I’ve figured out what self care means to me. Wait for it, because I can’t believe it either…..

Hot Yoga.

Yes, I set an alarm on Sunday mornings. I drive a half hour away and leave an hour early to get to hot yoga class, because it’s my favorite lost hour of the week. There’s nothing on my mind in that room except the next flow, colorful legging and tattoo admiration. It’s honestly too challenging to let anything else creep into my thoughts and that’s incredibly cool by me.

I’m not trying to sell anyone on hot yoga, I really try hard not to tell people what they would love. I am trying to sell the idea of finding and letting yourself have a self care experience. Something that fills your tank. Something that is so fulfilling it’s the only thing on your “To Do” list. Hey, let’s call this moment your “To Don’t.” If it’s really self care, you will know when you are on empty, then let yourself pay for a full tank of whatever it is you need.

Get lost and Refuel when the happy starts to wear off.

Namaste 😎

It Happened-

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I cried in yoga class today. I feel like Alexis from Schitt’s Creek saying this, but “It was hot yoga and tears are made of the same stuff as sweat so….”

I think I cried because it felt like time was standing still and I really need that right now. Time has been on my mind lately. Time as in “Before things were the way they are now. ”

Before data took over classrooms.

Before so many friends began burying parents.

Before classroom doors had to stay closed and locked.

Before being excited that I slept through the night without waking up to pee or remove covers.

Before I knew that wrinkles had names.

I’m sure I don’t want to bring the rest of the world down with me today. I’m allowing myself this one day funk and honestly, I’m already feeling better. Here’s to music that changes moods.

(Turn and face the strange)
Oh, look out you rock ‘n rollers
(Turn and face the strange)
Pretty soon now you’re gonna get older
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can’t trace time.

I Don’t Think I Hate Yoga Anymore, Now What?


Day two of my 30 day yoga pass, and I think I like it. I’m a gym junkie and I’m not ashamed to admit that. I’ll try anything as long as there’s no mud or fire involved. Yesterday a friend texted to tell me about an offer at her yoga studio, 30 days for thirty bucks, I signed up. It’s nice out, my mood is up, and I really think I need to like yoga. I know I will never be one of those folks that post pics of yoga poses, but I’m starting to understand why they do it. Those poses are hard, and beautiful. They might look easy, but let me tell you my body does NOT contort like that and I doubt it ever will.

Today I took a hot hip-hop yoga class. All morning I was excited picturing my hip-hop moves. In my imagination, I was slaying with Beyonce like the GOAT. On the way to the studio it hit me, “Holy shit! This is just going to be a yoga class with a hip-hop soundtrack!” I knew dancing was out, there’s barely enough air to breathe in that room, but I went anyway because I love hip-hop music, and I’m starting to appreciate that post yoga glow.

I survived, and I’m learning as I go. First of all, I will no longer wait in that hot room for the class to start. I will be that girl that sets up her mat and waits in the lobby cherishing as much cool air as possible. Yes, I will follow the instructor into the room and begin when she does. She’s the teacher, I’m the student, She’s modeling the behavior, and I am totally following it!

Second of all, I will continue to plan my exit strategy. I’m sure everyone around me is relishing in the “Be Present” vibe of it all, but 30 minutes into both classes I have taken, there are 15 minutes of panic where I am sure I am about to die. There’s this pose where one leg is behind me and my arm is straight out in front of me. You know what else is straight out in front of me…. The exit! And although I hope I never actually do it, during those 15 air free minutes, while everyone else is finding their zen, I am fantasizing about running to the parking lot for gulps of oxygen.

Finally, no to shirts with words, but yes to headbands that make me look like a lead singer in an 80’s hair band.  Remember that yoga glow I mentioned? It’s a thing except for the patch of chaffed skin on my chin from continual sweat swiping. Oh, and sweat dripping into ears isn’t that great of a feeling either, so I’m rocking that headband while I downward dog for the next class.  Yeah I said it, the next class. For me, yoga is like running a half marathon. I hate it while I’m in it, but as soon as I survive, I’m thinking about doing it again.

The Yes Day


Shiver, cauldron, howl,

I wish Halloween were now!

I shiver and squeal-

I can have candy as my meal.


November 1st,

Veggies. Mom says that’s the deal.

But, Halloween is a “yes” day.

A cauldron for my bowl,

chocolate soup with a Tootsie Roll.

All my requests get a “YES,”

That is why Halloween is just the best!