Time

Maybe the rush of life is passing me by. Weeks sweep by – slow like lazy bees in spring, yet months are gone before I feel like they’ve started. Folding jean after jean – systematic and hypnotic, I slip away in piles in fabric, buttons, zippers, price tags and receipts. But, this is not an expression of sorrow or regret. This is more of a disbelief at the speed of time and the pace my life has fallen into. Most of my days are spent in smiles, bent in laughter with my coworkers and roommates. Life is sweet. I’m young, I’m supporting myself for the first time and I’m happy enjoying this phase of life. I only wonder where I am headed. Do I continue this way and trust in the process of life…or do I recognize monotony and try to make change? … Silly question now that it has been posed. I do both granted it all feels right. It is about time to make a move, or two. Lately I’ve felt and often brushed away restless energy. I choose instead to settle into the comfort of routine. But, that’s how one can get stuck and miss opportunities. This is the seed of regret. So, I’m mustering up the motivation to stop the sprouting. My plan is to begin yoga teacher training in April – step number one in the direction of my dreams. Step two is this very blog entry. I’m resolving to keep consistency with writing this time. After all, my writing skills will not just practice themselves. So, Universe – I’m quelling my fears and asking for you support. : )

Life is good - chilling with Sugi during some downtime