Catch Up (February Edition)

2015. 

How did that happen? I don't know, but I haven't posted on here since 2014. The only way I can remember where I was and what I did is my Google Calendar or my iPhone Camera Roll. 

Visual catch-up via the cameral roll sounds better, right?

second christmas where i didn't gift wrap at the store, but did an emergency run there w/ dad christmas day

for the first time since JULY, the trio was all together for a blissful 48 hours. 

i still have yet to learn how to brush my hair 

cooked bison. all by myself. in my tiny apartment. and it was good. 

i survive on iMessage updates from Pelham. CP, i love you. 

we thought i was ready to return to running. i was not. 

quality time with my clique. 

if you are forced to get a haircut, you make wine a part of the deal. 

the tough love.

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. 

the hype

[ lookbook gets it. ]

when the hype is reality, and that reality is so real. 

i think the worst thing we can do is stop believing. 

stay hydrated, move, chase something, sit still with someone, trust that gut, keep believing in that hype. 

no need for science

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. 

INHALE:

EXHALE: 

Guess what? Those breaths? They get us through to the other side. 

So, what's next?

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. 

rinse + repeat, no more.

sorry for the radio silence, i'm out learning lessons. 

and spending a lot of time in the sun. 

because these days, sun time = figuring-out-altered-life time

a few things //

it's been a while, team. what happened? i don't know. let's play catch up, ay?