Y is for you

How I keep my sanity and self worth with every breath and everytime I hold a pose through each count. 

It has helped me alot, you should try it if you are the curious one.

30

Goodbye e=mc2, v=ir,  y=mx+c, pretty skin, pitless energy, my fountain of youth. You have been real good friends to me in the past decade. We met briefly but you stuck around like it was more than your business.  

Hello motherhood, q=ka/u *dp/dx, office politics, patience. I never knew this is what turning 30 would feel like. Adieu, 20 to 29 years old me. Adieu, best 10 years of my life. It was real fun while it lasted... 

Bismillah, and Alhamdulillah.. Goodbye melancholy, infinite sadness.

Baby blue and gray

Air ran out of my lungs and I was confused if I was supposed to exhale or take more in. Just the profile of you and already I could feel the pieces of giant concrete  walls around me crumble to the ground. A massive explosion... And quietly the world became a gentle buzz of static. I could not hear the conversation, she was complaining too much for me to bear. 

An opted blackout. 

It was just you and me in the lobby now. And as I exhaled, I let you go - again, into the bright sun.

Later that evening it poured, like the uncried tears from my eyes as I soothed the pounding ache away. 

 

The rain, darkness and a song in a minor key, was all I needed.

This party is old and uninviting,

Participants all in black and white,

You enter in fullblown technicolor,

Nothing is the same after tonight.

- incubus

Two trees

This is funny, its like reaching out of a dream. One that you keep on having repeatedly and then realizing its not a dream anymore. I've been following some celebrities on social media and most of the time none of it brings me any good. Sometimes I feel envy, jealous for all the wrong reasons. I refuse to subscribe to them ever since - same goes for shopping sites and instashops as I call them. 

But when my buddy signed us both up for yoga - it was a pleasant surprise that it was to attend the infamous (well, to me it was infamous) yoga house that belonged to one of the local celebrities here. But to enroll for an intermediate class? Well, that was another thing altogether by itself!!

The class is well spaced out, with contemporary music playing in the back so you won't lose yourself to the music. The instructor was a lady, and with the small number of participants (yeay for me!) the instructor gets to attend to you and corrects your move as needed. The poses are intermediate and challenging as I am sure the other girls in the class (celebrity included!) are pretty strong.

I still suck at chaturanga dandasana. My upper body needs to beef up to support my butt - or I need to make my butt smaller so that I can carry it. Which makes no sense at all.

Can't believe I stopped training for a long while. Brings me back to the days - when all I had on my hands was time and small change shoved up my jeans pocket. Call this a new year resolution - but I intend on stuffing in more yoga (free or paid for, either or) as a present for myself turning 30 soon.

Yesterday we did headstands and I was so proud of myself like shit.