I finished my last class of the summer session 6 days ago.
And I’m already going squirley. Not even sure if that’s a word, but that’s what my family calls it. Squirley is the verb which refers to the fact that I can’t sit still - as in “to squirl.”
When left with too much free time on my hands, I climb the walls. Figuratively. Not literally. Although I have tried to climb the door frames. Saw my kids doing it, and I was like, “Move over, let me see if I can do that.” I couldn’t.
My friends always wonder how I can accomplish so much. I don’t even know how to answer that. I don’t understand how others don’t accomplish more.
I am currently reading “Eat Pray Love.” Normally I would have finished it long ago. I read the entire Twilight saga in less than a week AND I was studying for finals at the same time.
I’m not going to do a book report on “Eat Pray Love,” suffice it to say that the author is all about spirituality, and finding the deeper meaning of life. I prefer a little more action. A few more vampires. Still, I’m one of these people who has to finish a book once I start it. I’m trying to stay positive, I’m trying to see the beauty in the author’s writing, I’m trying to understand the meaning behind the words. But honestly, the most excited I’ve gotten so far is when she described how she found her guru, and I was like, “Oh, I want a guru too!”
I could probably really benefit from a guru. I need someone to level me out. I’m wound so tight. I’ve tried yoga, but it’s so slow. One of the moves called chaturanga is similar to a push-up. The first time the teacher talked us through the move, I was like, “Ok! Let’s do this!” I was ready to pump up four sets of 12. I was all revved up, then after three…three chaturangas, not sets… the teacher is like, “Alright. Let’s take a break and lay here for……..the rest of your life ’cause you just did 3 push-ups, you must be exhausted!!!!!”
And sure, you yoga enthusiasts are saying, “Yoga is very challenging! You need to try Ashtanga.” Yeah. Whatever.