The Year That Was

In February went to Montego Bay with my mother and aunt. The most memorable moment was picking up a passenger on several walks who showed me the real Jamaica.

In between February and May, my mother didn't feel well and I wondered if I should sign up for yoga teacher training -- (YTT) originally slated to start in March but ended up starting in June. I take the plunge -- never imagining that I will make it past month three.

My aunt Debbie wishes that we would have waited until her spring break to go to Jamaica and I promise that I will go on a trip with her so when she asks me if I would like to go to Las Vegas in July, I agree. My cousin, Chiquita, also joins us. I enjoy the trip and am in awe of the Valley of Fire.

Somewhere along the way, I get fascinated by singing bowls. I'm sure the fascination has a lot to do with the sound meditations that I went to. Unbelievably, I sign up for a sound therapy training.

It's kind of funny. One of my sound sisters, mentioned collecting yet another certificate in a long line of certificates and I realize that I have a few certificates:

1). Healing Touch, Level 1

2). Sound Therapy Training

Right now, I am in love with sound therapy.

For lunch today, went to Hello Juice and Smoothie with a fellow yogi and got the Match Hemp bowl with peppermint, banana and cacao. Next up, was a  4:30 p.m. yoga class. Knew that it was going to be more intense than I like but I wanted to meet a YTT goal.

Chiquita had me cracking up because she thought that there wouldn't be very many people at the New Year's Eve yoga class. I assured her that yogis like to reflect and set intentions. The class was, of course, packed -- to the point that the teacher had to adjust the heat which still didn't work because there was so much energy in the room; we totally fogged up the windows. As expected, the class was intense but fun. We also had a DJ. It was a perfect way to pay homage to New Year's Eve.

Didn't Think So

Relaxapalooza, Bring Your Own Blanket

One of my colleagues stopped by my office on New Year's Eve to wish me a Happy New Year and then asked me while shaking her head no was I going to a party. Didn't think so she said. I then told her that I was going to practice yoga and she scrunched up her face I knew it. I almost asked you. She om'd at me then said goodbye.

Went to a New Year's Eve Flow class and, after practice, Alison asked if I needed to run or if I could chit chat for a while. We agreed on Starbucks but, on the way, I wondered if they'd be open and they were until 9 so that was the extent of my wild New Year's Eve celebration -- yoga plus decaf coffee.

Relaxapalooza was on tap for New Year's Day -- two hours of restorative yoga, harmonium, reiki and intention setting. Felt a little naseous but didn't think anything of it although I did hit the pressure point between my pointer finger and thumb several times at the beginning of class.

Sat in the car with Alison after practice and had a mint and, as soon as I got home, I couldn't stand up anymore. I'm hardly ever cold but I couldn't warm up for a long time. Hit the bed around four and my feet didn't touch the floor much after that.

Emerged from bed about 10:30 and started off with water and mint tea and nothing else.

Hoping that my routine will be back to normal soon...