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I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship.

And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

Jane Austen, from Sense and Sensibility (Penguin Classics, 2003)

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Yes, I am still alive, don’t fret. Here is a quick update on some of my life things: I’m no longer a single lady anymore (eeeeek/yayayay!?), I witnessed real live strippers in the flesh for the first time last weekend, I sat in front of Andre Agassi at a basketball game, I’m considering applying to a phlebotomy program, I really want to work at Lululemon part-time for fun?, I booked my flight to Hawaii, I’m in dire need of Coachella tickets, and my hair has gotten lighter and is officially long-ish again.

As great as I felt last night after the yoga mala, my body is definitely paying for it today. I’m sore all over, but it’s the good kind of sore. I hurts so0o0o good!! Give me pain. I’m a masochist.

Rung in the official first day of spring with some spring equinox mala yoga a.k.a. doing 108 sun salutations in a row! I feel so rejuvenated!!