Thursday, November 19, 2009
Panic at the Disco
There's no disco involved in this post, though there is dancing, and well, sometimes there is so much dancing here at the lilypad that maybe you could see it as a disco of sorts. A disco with cats!
Excuse the silly. Sugar and wine last night during our writing group.
Though there's no literal disco, there is some panic.
I woke up this morning in a bit of one -- again, a panic and not a disco. I would prefer, I think, waking up in the latter.
I woke up this morning with my mind already moving like a train through the countryside -- way too fast.
I realized, upon opening my eyes, that I am now less than two and a half weeks from returning to Kripalu for the second half of my YogaDance teacher training.
Now, I am excited about that. I am excited to see those people again. I am uber excited to be back on such a strict daily schedule (hello, German blood).
What I panic about is my perception that I have not met some crazy goals I set for myself for the time in between the two parts of the teacher training.
I have not gotten to three hours of movement a day.
I have not choreographed prayer dances and line dances and circle dances.
I have not become perfect!
I mock myself, but I think many of you understand.
Believe it or not, I am breathing, by the way.
I could go into emergency get-it-done mode but that won't happen, because a) I'm just not into that any more and b) hello?! Holidays!?
This is all about balance.
I have goals. It's good to have goals. But then how do you balance that so you don't become obsessed, like some wide eyed, steroid-enhanced hamster on the Wheel from Hell?