Six months (almost)

When I saw that I was a few days away from a six month hiatus on ye olde blog, I considered waiting a few more days to make it an even amount of time. I know myself, though, and I would most likely set the idea aside for another six months.
Moi? Would I do such a thing?

Well, yes. Yes, I would. I know myself well enough to have no doubt that would happen.

To be honest, I’m not sure why I decided to come here today. I have big ideas about writing. I could write about what I’m learning in grad school. I could write about developing a home yoga practice and working with some friends to plan yoga and self care retreats. I could write about family stuff. I could write about work, or I could resume writing about my journey into body acceptance.

News break: it’s been over a month since I started this post.

In that month, I attended the funerals of two dear, long time friends who passed away unexpectedly. I took a hard look at how I spend my time and decided to let some (more) things go. I set screen time limits on my phone and started picking up books again, and since then I have finished two books while staying on top of school work. (Thank you, lists and planners and proactive behaviors.) Letting go of almost every good but optional activity has allowed me to focus on life and the things that need to be done.

Reading books that feed my mind and soul
Cooking and having family over for meals
Going for walks with Jason
Being on time and a little ahead with classes

Grappling with the death of friends my own age has been a different type of processing than other grieving I have done. Yes, this is about missing my friends and their presence in my life, but it is also about my own journey and knowing that I am beyond the halfway point of my time here.

Wise Words

Dear God, 
Please reveal to us 
Your sublime beauty 
That is everywhere, everywhere, everywhere 
So that we will never again
feel frightened
~ St. Francis of Assisi

Best so far

This week has been our Spring Break, which for me meant that I had two days off at the beginning of the week. Two days to read, to journal, to do some tasks around the house, and spend time on myself.

A few of the good things that came from those two days:

  • I finished reading Michelle Obama’s Becoming. Oh my word, I loved this book. It’s the best book that I’ve read this year. It reminded me beautifully of the positive atmosphere that the Obama presidency carried with it. There were heartbreaking, difficult things that happened in the world during those years, but it was a time when I felt good about our country and its relationship with the global community. I felt good about the move toward granting dignity to every living person. It also reminded me of the heartbreak of our current presidency. I didn’t realize that an African-American woman from the South Side of Chicago could share so much of the heart of a very white woman from the rural south, but we do. I’m incredibly thankful that as a nation, we were able to know who Barack and Michelle Obama are. I’m thankful for their leadership and hope life holds many wonderful things for them in the future.
  • I had a self-celebration for my 51st birthday. I took time and acknowledged the five decades of my life and thought about what I want in the upcoming year. I lit candles, meditated, did some yoga, prayed and spent some time in my journal.
  • I decided to step away from teaching yoga for a while. I will teach my Monday night class for two more weeks and then take a break from teaching regularly. I need more time for me and for school and for family. And I need to focus on my personal yoga practice.
  • I started reading Educated: A Memoir by Tara Westover. I can’t put it down. I keep alternating between thinking it’s a ride on a crazy train and feeling that it’s a very familiar story. We are different. We are right. They are wrong. We must be different. We must separate. We must remain pure. Men know best and women don’t get a say. Granted, this family took things to an extreme that most don’t, but the underlying philosophy is very familiar.

I’ve felt a big relief in stepping away from an ongoing commitment and I want to use my time wisely, in ways that feed my soul and will allow me to be more fully engaged in others’ lives. One of the lessons I’ve learned this year is that even when the clock says things are possible, they may not be possible. Time can be there even when energy isn’t. Guarding and growing your personal energy is vital. Doing the things that feed your soul — for me that is writing, reading, music, spending time with friends, and having a personal yoga practice — is vital. Some activities give energy while others demand it of you. You cannot constantly participate in activities that take energy (work, teaching, and being a host) without also participating in activities that create energy in your soul.

So I’m stepping back into student mode. Student of yoga. Student of life. Student of Lisa. It’s a place I need to be.

Wise Words

Dear God, 
Please reveal to us 
Your sublime beauty 
That is everywhere, everywhere, everywhere 
So that we will never again
feel frightened
~ St. Francis of Assisi

Second, but by no means second place

Long books are almost always worth the time and energy investment. When a plot and its characters are thick and meaty, readers reap rich rewards from the time given to them.

Tomi Adeyemi’s Children of Blood and Bone is no exception to this truth. The length is long; the characters are complex; the plot twists and turns and pays rich dividends.

It would be easy to say this is another Young Adult work that places exceptional teens on a quest to save civilization and equate it to the Harry Potter, Divergent, or Maze Runner franchises. The author plans additional books and my guess is that the movie rights will be purchased at some point.

It is much more than that, though. It is steeped in West African mythology and hums with an energy beyond the other series mentioned. The primary characters are young and work as a group, but there is nothing easy or light about their group dynamic. The complexity of the characters and their cultural dilemma means there are few truly likable characters, yet Children is full of characters who are admirable. Strong. Loyal. Determined.

Fierce.

And as much as I loved the novel itself, the author’s note at the end of the book brought me to tears. Please don’t read it prematurely, but please do read it. We can learn much from fiction if we will allow it into our hearts.

First finished 2019

When I’m listening to an audiobook, the end sometimes creeps up on me. That is definitely the case for the first book I finished in 2019. Ian Morgan Cron and Suzanne Stabile’s recent bestseller The Road Back to You has been keeping me company in the car recently. I’m a sucker for anything that delves into the human spirit and helps us understand its nature. In Myers-Briggs world, I’m an ENFP. My Clifton Strengths are Ideation, Communication, Includer, Positivity, and Connectedness. Zodiac-wise, I’m a Pisces unless you go with the hoopla from a couple of years ago, and then I’m an Aquarius.

When I started hearing people talk about the enneagram a year or so ago, I wanted to find out more. It’s a bit more complex than some other systems and even the online screenings often say, “you could be . . . but you may be. . .” and advise you to do some reading and try to discern a bit more on your own.

And so I did.

The Road Back to You is an easy-to-read introduction to all things enneagram. It shares some history, tells the author’s journey of finding it at a time of spiritual emptiness, and gives an overview of the nine basic classifications of human nature, or “types,” in enneagram speak. One online assessment said I was a 2. Or maybe a 7. Or maybe even a 9. After listening to the book, I am fairly certain that I am a 2 with a 3 wing. No, that doesn’t mean that I can fly (I wish! Does that mean I really am an Aquarius? Ha!) It means that my basic nature is that of The Helper, but I lean pretty heavily into being The Achiever.

Well. No surprise about that achieving part. I still have to be intentional about not lapsing into overachiever mode.

So if you like to learn about yourself and others and have some time, I recommend adding this to your reading list. There is also a wealth of material online if that’s your preferred method of acquiring information.

Happy reading, y’all!

A Goal for 2019

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It’s no secret that I have struggled in writing consistently for several years. I have also struggled with reading in ways that feed my soul rather than reading because of an assignment. Because my brain still needs the presence of words in my life, that often translates into substituting scrolling and posting for real reading and writing, and this year I would like to make some changes with that.

I’ve set a goal to read at least one book per month for myself this year. Not a work-related read or a grad school-related read, but something just because I want to read it.

That will start with finishing up some books I already have in progress.

  1. Children of Blood and BoneI have been reading this off and on for several months. It’s captivating and intriguing and I love the ongoing conflict among the characters. I am 72 chapters into its 85 chapters and want to finish. It’s the first in a planned series, so I want to be ready when the next one is published
  2. Curvy Yoga: I have been following the work of Anna Guest-Jelley for several years and was thrilled when she published her book. I see a lot of myself in her story, but in true Lisa non-fiction fashion, when I got toward the end of the book I stalled out and felt more excited about the next thing. I don’t want to be that person. I want to be the person who finishes books even when they are not story-related.
  3. Becoming:  This was a Christmas gift from my son Caleb so of course I dove right in. I’ve found Michelle Obama to be an engaging writing and since she is only four years older than I am, the cultural events of her life resonate with me. However, it is very different to read about the life of an African-American female growing up in Chicago as opposed to my experience as a white female growing up in a small town in the Bible Belt. This is what I love about reading, though. It allows you to begin to understand life through others’ eyes.
  4. The Road Back to You:  OK. To be honest, I’m listening to this. I usually have an audiobook going in the car and since I don’t have many long drives, it takes me a while to finish things. If you’ve heard of the Enneagram and would like to know, this is a great book. I’m a sucker for all things self-discovery and this is a good one. I’m a 2w3 in enneagram-speak. I’d love to hear your number when you know it.

So what is the goal? It has multiple parts. I want to read more, write more, and scroll less. As I read, I will use the blog to share what I’m reading. This is partly for accountability and partly to meet the writing goal. Both of these will take up time, meaning I will scroll less.

When I finish one of these, the next book I want to read is Every Body Yogapartly because it’s been on my list for a while, but also because I’m attending two workshops with the author next month. I’ll be writing here about what I’m reading and how it’s progressing, so you’re welcome to join me. I’d love to hear about your reading adventures; feel free to leave questions if you have them.

Happy reading!

On my mind today

It’s the end of the semester. All of my course work has been turned in. I have one meeting left with a professor to go, but I’m having a hard time getting it scheduled. 

I’m incredibly restless at work because my specific job duties are very wrapped up by this time of year. To be honest, I struggle at the end of every semester because I don’t have a school schedule. I won’t be off for a month. I’ll keep showing up. I’ll keep doing things that need to be done. I’d rather be at home doing things that need to be done there, but that’s not my reality. It’s a privilege to have a job and I’m working on contentment, but this time of year it’s difficult.

This time of year, I am also tempted to return to diet world or at least food tracking world. I saw a video of myself the other day and it was hard to watch. My mental image of myself doesn’t match my physical reality and ever since then, I’ve wanted to be smaller, which means dieting. 

But dieting isn’t a magic pill and neither is being smaller. Maybe it’s just the stress talking to me. Part of me wants to go home and curl up on a couch and not be responsible for anything because on any given day, I do a lot. 

  • I’m a  yoga teacher
  • I work full time with college students
  • I’m in grad school and have homework
  • I’m a mom and even though my kids aren’t at home, I have ongoing discussions with them about life
  • I am also a yoga student
  • I am a friend
  • I am a wife
  • And occasionally, I need to just be Lisa

I’ve spent most of my life wanting to fix something — my family, my body, my house, my lack of knowledge in certain areas — it didn’t really matter what, but there’s always seemed to be something to fix. 

Now, I have a beautiful marriage and a wonderful house and home. I’m in a graduate program I enjoy and I’m doing well. I have amazing friends. My kids are kind of stumbling through young adult life, but they’re really doing ok. I set a huge goal a couple of years ago of becoming a certified yoga teacher and I finished it this past year. I teach yoga at least once a week. Me. Plus size me teaches yoga. 

And I still doubt myself. I doubt myself as a student. I doubt myself as a mom. I doubt myself as a friend (they don’t really want to be with me, do they? Aren’t I just the add-on?) and I doubt myself as a yogi. It all falls into the “good enough” thinking, not the life done in love thinking. I love my kids. I love being in school. I love yoga. I love my friends. If I could get beyond thinking I have to be good enough and simply do things because I love them, how much of a difference would it make? 

More on self-care

Note: This is a repost from Facebook from last Friday. 

It’s been a weird week. I don’t know all the reasons, but this week has felt heavy. Yesterday I was struggling to keep my mood and attitude in a good place and had to take time to make a list of practices that keep negative thoughts at bay. In the process I also remembered this is the first Fall I’ve been without an antidepressant in five years, which may be part of the struggle.

One beautiful truth of my life is that God has given me amazing, supportive friends at every stage of life. In the middle of my week of funk, I received two gifts from friends that spoke deeply to my soul. The amazing Michelle sent me this self care challenge book that — quite honestly — is exactly what I was trying to create for myself when I made my list yesterday. I had big plans of using today to generate an accountability plan for my self care activities. When I finally had time to look through the book this morning, I realized Michelle had already provided me with one.

One item on my list was “read more fiction. Meaningful fiction.” My friend Sander saw this T-shirt somewhere, had texted me and said I had to have it. This week it showed up in the mail. If you’re not familiar with the names, they’re all female southern writers. Writers are the keeper of our stories. I’m a big believer in the power of story and the stories of the South, even though they’re hard to hear sometimes, could be what helps us learn enough about ourselves to move forward. Thank God for the people who are willing to tell our difficult stories.

If you’re struggling too, hang in there. Be honest with yourself and your friends and let them come alongside you. Take care of yourself, take antidepressants if you need them, and take good, good care of yourself during the hard weeks.

And don’t forget to read good books.

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