Of the Different Modes of Acquiring the Non-Understanding of Things, or One Girl's Touching Journey Into Cynicism and Misanthropy
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
I really like my job - it makes me happy and hopeful that maybe law is actually going to be fun as opposed to the neverending stress of law school where you have to balance an amazing amount of other random and arbitrary activities which serve as either total timesucks or the obstacles on a steeplechase. (To add to that steeplechase analogy - there are a LOT of very crippled horses running it, including myself).
But at my job, I know everyone - the place has sort of self-selected for compatible personalities and we all know how to work hard. Maybe I should clean up my office once in awhile because it's kind of messy.
One unexpected source of bliss has been me challenging myself to doing yoga 30 times in 30 days. I started with the Beginning Yoga, but that got too easy too fast (I've done it a lot before back in my thinny days where I'm trying to return). So I got this DVD Kundalini Yoga for Beginners and Beyond by Ana and Ravi.
At first I thought it was retarded or maybe training for porn. It has this mystical cum electronica beat and the guy narrates over with this super new agey commentary which borders on giggle fest. The best part is watch the girl "dance" at the beginning - she's adorably awkward. Even this white girl can dance better that that. The beginner's workout (I'm not quite ready for the Tibetan rites yet) consists of all these weird back and forth thrusting breathing repitive motions which can get a bit monotonous after doing it for oh say 3 mins. The first time I did it I thought it was completely worthless. But I've recently returned to it consistently these days as an alternative to the other stuff and let me tell you - this really gets the tension out and makes me feel very calm - which is saying something these days.
Recommended! And a side-note it mysteriously has curbed my nicotine cravings. Yah!
Crunching conundrums, blasting boredom, eliciting criticism, languishing while laughing, blaming poetry (and/or the lack of) for all of my choices, leaving it to the stars or the people better equipped to handle it, cackling at catastrophe and saying sayanora to sourpusses and sore losers