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December 14, 2005
Moon Day
Last night I was having a difficult time falling asleep. Having not really slept more than a few hours straight since Friday night, I decided it was time for intervention and I took half a Tylenol PM. Now, for the majority of you that might not seem like anything but it was a big deal with me because that stuff messes with me and I knew that the chances were likely, if I took it, I wouldn't be getting up in the morning. I also knew that today was back to back meetings... from 8am until 6:30pm and I had to have a brain on... I had to be able to think and retain. So I took it and as I drifted off into chemically induced sleep I promised myself that I wouldn't berate myself or otherwise feel guilt for not practicing "if I couldn't get my eyes open in the morning."
The alarm went off at 5:17am. I knew when it took me about a minute to figure out what the noise was that I wouldn't be getting out of bed. My body felt heavy and laden with steel. My brain was slightly awake, I berated myself, I tried to convince myself... in the end, I fell back asleep and woke up at 7:30. I realize that this was necessary and that I felt a lot better today for it but I also hold fear that my yoga practice is already suffering. Yes, this is an odd week, I'm in L.A. all week, I'm in a hotel, I've got meetings all day, at night.... so I hold no stock in the omens but with The Daughter still running very high fevers, well, I don't have a lot of warm fuzzies.
That said, the idea of teacher training rocks. I booked flights, my mom is coming.... The Daughter is going to come (man, I have to get a passport for her I think -- jamnkats do you know if they need one?) and hang out with Tim's daughter... awesome. Awesome! Manifestation.
I'm now on my third room at The Westin Bonaventure... the first one, too close to the elevators... the second, I discovered this evening, had no Internet service and I have some things that must get done tonight. Lovely. I'm sick of paying $5 to have my sutff moved from room to room... but, heck, at least my room service found me.
Tomorrow is a moon day but I hope to get enough sleep to practice one more time up here. Hopefully The Daughter will break her fever tomorrow as The Husband is supposed to meet me up here on Friday for a holiday party. Manifesting... manifesting... manifesting...
(p.s. hey d, tell your wife I'm going to tulum... tell her to give me a call)
Posted by ashtangagirl at 10:21 PM | Comments (3)
Manifesting
Manifesting works...even for childcare... my mom is coming with me and I'm going to Maya Tulum :) :) :)
D, I'd be happy to review your list ;)
Posted by ashtangagirl at 5:30 PM | Comments (3)