Deep Breaths, Deeper Thoughts

After trying my hand (okay, foot) at a little classic Wii Fit yoga, I’m definitely sore but satisfied. I liked the deep breathing part, since I’m totally not good at that at all (even though I’m a singer, and should have learned by now).

I know I really should do other things on Friday nights, like socialize and eat pizza (normal weekend activities for college students). But yoga seemed like a good idea, and I didn’t fall over. My trainer even told me I have great posture.

Since that’s absolutely 100 percent not true, I’ll forgive him for lying and try again tomorrow.


I don’t know why he/she/it is sitting on a green world. Why green? Why not blue or purple? Those are calming colors too. Someone’s discriminatory against the entire visible spectrum (except for green). Shame on them.

My next task (after I do dishes, AGAIN, because somehow I am one small person yet I make a sink’s worth of dishes in less than a day) is to – FINALLY – work on my memoir. It’s almost been a full week since I even opened it, and I hope that’s given my brain enough time to process where I want to go next. I’m thinking I’ll just open the document and start writing – not necessarily where I left off, but really, I just need to let go and let it happen.

That’s when words become meaningful – when you’re not forcing them to come out. When they just start flowing, you know you’re not going to get anything much better than that out of your brain once it’s over. Not until it happens again, anyway. I haven’t had one of those Word Explosions in awhile, but I think I’m seriously due for one. Maybe Sunday, when I don’t have quite as much to do or quite as many places to be.

I’m going to miss having time to write once classes start again.

Oh well. Life goes on.

Love&hugs, Meg<3