Today the blog turns 1. So much has happened in the last year, and I have a lot to say about it, but I also have to get up wicked early tomorrow, so I’ll keep this short.
A year ago, I was in the wrong relationship. He’s a really wonderful guy, and I loved him, but the relationship was not serving me in some important ways. Now I’m single, and not only that, I’m happily single. Never thought I’d be saying that.
A year ago, I was doing lots of yoga at my fancy downtown fitness club, which I loved. Now I’ve quit my gym — just too pricey — and found community in a new men’s yoga group that meets not far from my home. And do yoga at the airport, of course. Overall, I’m doing less yoga and getting less exercise these days, but it’s ok.
A year ago, my self-esteem had taken a hard hit and my outlook on life was spiraling downward into negativity and cynicism. Now I feel peace of mind, hope, thankfulness, compassion, and loving kindness more than anything else. I meditate. I went from being an atheist to being a Buddhist atheist.
A year ago, I was busy all the time. I’m still kind of busy, but I make time to stop, sit quietly, have tea with my roommate — I have a roommate now! — spoil my wonderful cats, be alone. I clean my house less. I iron less. I play less online Scrabble. I try to get off the computer at a decent hour. I try to get 8 hours of sleep every night.