I really haven’t any resolutions to share with you.
I prefer to just treat each day like it’s a new day instead of having expectations that I need to change or get better or perfect something.
I need to grow a little everyday and not try to cram a bunch of resolutions into my day and think that I’m going to change over night.
Little bits by little bits.
Baby steps, baby.
And I took some nice ones today.
I got out of bed.
I know.
Crazy.
I really wanted to stay in bed and in fact, did sleep past the point I would normally get up.
My brain was trying to hijack my body though and convince me that I didn’t need to go to yoga.
I needed to go to yoga.
It, my brain, almost won out, but I have smart feet and I also have inborn knowledge from having done enough yoga that I always feel better after a class, even if it’s with not my favorite instructor at the studio.
Which is the excuse that I used the day before to not go, but really, I assure you I had gotten plenty of exercise the previous twelve hours to not feel upset about missing a class and I think that I needed the extra sleep yesterday.
Today, not so much, and I knew that I would not be happy with myself if I skipped yoga two days in a row during a time that I could be going to yoga.
I can’t typically make it to classes during the week, work and my internship conflict, so I’m a weekend warrior.
To not go on both Saturday and Sunday would have been sacrilege.
So I got my happy ass out of bed and into my yoga clothes and I stayed in them for a long time.
It was a great class, I was really surprised, maybe not having any expectations that I would enjoy the class I actually did.
I came home thinking that I wanted to go on a bike ride too, the bike ride had been running around in my head for a few days now that I think on it, and I figured I could actually make it a nice physical day for myself, maybe even go back to the late yoga class.
It’s a restorative yoga class, so it wouldn’t have been like a big effort, although I didn’t end up going, something else came up.
But.
I did go on the bike ride!
It was great and in fact, I might let myself go on another tomorrow.
I was supposed to meet with a ladybug today, but she had to cancel, so after a good check in via phone, I pulled my bike out and pumped air into the tires, grabbed my messenger bag, a water bottle and my bike locks, in case I wanted to stop anywhere I could lock up my bike.
I rode out from the house down 46th to Sloat, then up to Great Highway, up past the zoo a bit, and then stopped right before the hill to gaze at the ocean for a while and snap a quick photo of my bicycle, she is a pretty, pretty thing, before I headed back down Great Highway, riding past my turn off to Fulton Ave, the up to 47th and around the park for awhile, around the soccer fields and the back side of the Beach Chalet, I went past the archery fields and eventually popped back out onto Lincoln Ave at Chain of Lakes, back down to 46th, then two blocks back to the house.
It was smashing.
I am so glad I did it.
Aside from the exercise it also felt really meditative and I reflected over and over again how amazing it is that I live somewhere so beautiful, that I literally am blocks away from Ocean Beach, that I get to ride my bicycle around a world-renowned park, that I get to live here in San Francisco.
It is a huge gift.
After the bike ride I had a late lunch and then made some chicken soup.
I’ll be visiting my person tomorrow, he just had a hip replacement surgery, and I wanted to bring him some more chicken soup, he’s gone through the two big Mason jars I gave him right before the surgery.
I’ll be heading is way by 1 p.m. and we’ll go for an easy walk around the block.
Like literally.
Just around the block.
And maybe a few minutes of hang out time.
I don’t think he’s got the energy for big visits, but he wants to see my face and I, his.
It will be good to see him.
I’m also going to hit up another yoga class tomorrow.
It’s nice to have a Monday off and the studio is open.
That will make three yoga classes over the weekend and a bike ride.
Not bad.
Especially for someone who is loath to exercise.
I generally like it once I’m doing it and I know how important it is to move my body, but my brain is a sabotaging machine.
Anyway.
I signed up for the 10 a.m. yoga class and I’ll see my person at 1p.m.
Other than that I have no New Year’s Day plans.
Doing the deal somewhere and chilling out with my new book.
NEW BOOK!
That’s not a psychology book.
I know.
Crazy.
I went up to Blackbird Books, the new book store in my hood next to Trouble Coffee, and splurged on the new Jennifer Eagen book, Manhattan Beach, I’m going to indulge my literary self and not read any psychology for at least a week.
So freaking sexy.
I may just spend most of tomorrow lazing on the chaise lounge after I get back from helping out my person and just read.
Such luxury.
And that’s it, that’s my New Year’s Day plans.
To chill the fuck out.
The year is going to be full and amazing, hello, I’ll be graduating, going to Paris, and starting PhD program, traveling to D.C., and who knows what else will happen, seeing many clients and nanny’ing up a storm.
Wishing you and yours the Happiest of New Years!
Big love from the city by the Bay.
May the year bring you so much love and joy.
So much.
Auntiebubba 