Today in yoga my instructor asked us to think about one thing we were thankful for during our initial "bring your focus to your practice" part. This being the last day I get to do yoga before my surgery, I thought about how I was thankful for yoga. Then I kind of got on a whole kick of things I was thankful for and was thinking through the whole practice so that kind of took me out of the whole "clear your mind and just be in the moment while you practice" but I thought it'd be fun to do a mental free write about things I'm thankful for and see where it took me. This what happened more or less:
I'm thankful for yoga and a yoga instructor who says "holla at me." I'm thankful for the sound when people laugh when they are upside down in downward facing dog. I'm thankful for doing yoga with all retired people--no judgement, never judgement. I'm thankful I'm good a suspending judgement. That's probably why I'm good at my job. God, I love my job. I'm pretty good at my job too, let's be real here. I should do a sexy and I know it campaign. Matt is always talking about how we need to do infomercials on our classes. We should do a music video for Pinnacle Club. I can see all of my members rocking it out. No dancing. Never dancing.
I am thankful for dancing though. My life would be better if I could dance. That's kind of crappy to think. I have a pretty great life. There are worse things to be than rthymically challenged. I'm thankful I'm not challenged for real. Remember in grade school when I went to smart kid classes that they called challenge classes? That probably made me sound like I was in special ed. E. D. Erin Darby--Special Ed.
I'm thankful for my family even though they still call me Special Ed sometimes. Tannie will be coming to Omaha tomorrow! Oh, tomorrow, my last day to run before surgery. I'm thankful for running and thankful for Tanner even though that dumbass lost his wallet. Again. I love you, my dear, but you can be a hot mess.
Hot Mess=better than Bat Sh*t Crazy. I'm thankful for Jenny G. I can't wait to have Monday morning chat with her when I get out of yoga. Hopefully Lori will be here too by then. I guess I'll be swimming later rather than after yoga. I'm sexy and I know.... damn. I hate that song. Wiggle wiggle wiggle yay... it's so stupid. Why is it that so many songs are so stupid and yet I know all the words? Why is it that those words are taking up valuable space in my brain? Space that could be used for storing important facts. Then I'd be better at trivia. Morgan Freeman my ass.
Sometimes I think about pictures like that and it makes me laugh to myself. That's good stuff, man--when you can laugh to yourself. I look stupid when I do it. Because I know I smile and people see it, but whatever. That's why Facebook doesn't always suck. If I need to, I can access all of my pictures so I have something to laugh at. Most other things on Facebook are just for creeping purposes. Or to judge people. You know what though? It'd be hilarious to do a stream of consciousness about all the messy Facebook posts you read every day. That'd probably be mean. Mean and jugdemental. But hilarious.
Hilarious. I miss Karla. I'm thankful for Karla and all of my aunts. And my cousins. And Snort and, really, all other games in general. Except for Apples to Apples. Worst. Game. Ever. I can't believe I'm missing Thanksgiving. It's the most wonderful time of the year. True Festivus.
I'm thankful for waterskiing. I'm also kind of thankful for that time Mom and I sank the old boat. I like telling that story. I can't believe they are going to put staples in my body.
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