Thursday, December 11, 2014
I get tough love-d a lot.
By my dad (mostly), my sisters (i'm the youngest), my PT (who I spend more time with than anyone else in my life). The list goes on.
Apparently, recovery has a high frequency of moments that some think require tough love. Today's topic: disparity. A great difference. Life application: certain muscles super strong, certain muscles super weak.
In other words: Karin, I don't care how many pull-ups you can do, your glutes literally don't know how to fire.
Then you get in your car, and want to cry, and just play Lil Wayne really loud. So loud that you can't think. But, then you realize you kind of have disparities scattered all about your life.
Seriously split a piece of paper in 1/2. Make a list. It's freaking alarming.
But, guys. I don't think the list (left to right) is the point. I think the point is not focusing on the ends. Rather, focusing on foster a collective better. Like, you're always going to have your killer strengths (oh, you can do handstand push-ups, umm awesome!) and you may never quite get how to fold fitted sheets (seriously, how do you do it?). But, where's your focus?
Don't get trapped in only doing what you're good at (hi, GUILTY). And, don't get trapped in getting overwhelmed by what you suck at. Focus on lessening the disparity. Make your worse better. And your better, will keep getting better.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
I have never been one to need a deep, scientific, explanation of how things in this universe work. In fact, if you know me, you are aware that I prefer the opposite of that. Take science out, tell me how it feels, no textbook bullshit.
So it goes with breath. We do it, most often subconsciously, for the pure sake of survival. Right?
I do not need the science definition of breath. Let's keep it simple to start. Because once we get going, things get beautiful and complex.
Breath (n): the air that you take into your lungs and send out from your lungs when you breathe.
Inhale (v): to breathe in
Exhale (v): to breathe out, to give forth
Why do I prefer science to remain out? Because I want real life to be in (self-diagnosed experiential learner).
Real life lesson in breath: Monday at 12PM. My last class at the hotbox before I start my Sabbatical. You guys, you think 12PM on a Monday is ordinary, think again.
The breath that filled the studio was beyond words. It blew all the Bon Iver, Asgeir & Antony on my playlist out of the water. There came a point where I stopped, stood in the back of the room, and for the first time EVER (I am the girl in yoga class basically not breathing, and the girl in the pool gasping for air every fourth stroke) understood the concept of breathing.
The air that is being taken into our lungs is filled with energy.
The air that is being sent out from our lungs is filled with energy.
That energy is neither good nor bad, neither rich nor depleted, neither strong nor weak.
With your inhales you choose to breathe in, to open your lungs, to take in whatever the hell you want.
With your exhales you choose to breathe out (to give forth? WHATT?!?! Merriam-Webster, AMAZING!)whatever the hell you want.
Think about it. Get into it. Or don't.
Guess what? Those breaths? They get us through to the other side.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
So, what's next? How do we deal?
Don't overthink it.
1. Play Mini Golf in the thick, summer heat (and win)
2. Escape the city, and drive North.
3. Never stop being a kid. Play, play and then play some more.
4. Fall in love with local flowers.
5. Go on and get your best friend hitched and send her off to California.
6. Picnic, as often as possible.
7. Stay dirty, stay wild, stay barefoot.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Monday, March 24, 2014
// public pool, don't mind if i do
// en route to the coast
// gypsy reunion
// sun me, beer me, ocean me
// old chester coast to coast
// san jacinto mountains
// two bunch palms= not real life
// hammock heaven
// karma made me do it
// that lululemon is everywhere, #paintthetowninluon