Less talking, more action.
Less wanting, more having. Less complaining, more thanking. Less comparing, more appreciating. Less doubt, more certainty. Less guilt, more pleasure. These are the things I've been doing lately. Today, coincidentally enough that ended up putting me in a 100 DEGREE yoga room where I was sweating my hypothetical balls off...it was like a sauna in Africa. Or hell.
But shit, it was on my list, THEE list....don't we all have one. A life list of some sort? Even if it isn't an actual piece of paper it's scribbled on some random gum-wrapper-sized unimportant section of your brain that gets thrown in the "brain's junk drawer" until further notice, or Spring cleaning. Then when you come across it again, you're like "oh yes.....I remember why I threw that there, because sweating my balls of in public, whilst shedding my inner toxins of red wine, coffee and neurosis makes me feel super vulnerable and uncomfortable." And P.S. there's no shock to the self esteem like staring at your sweaty ass in yoga pants for an hour....maybe walking around naked and painted like an alien is close, but still doesn't compare.
Taking a hot yoga class isn't epic. It's just a thing. And that's exactly it....MOST of the things that are on our "life lists" aren't terribly epic, they just take some planning. It's like that load of laundry you're avoiding...you have to do it at some point. Some things take more planning, and more money than others....some ARE epic; Go to the Olympics. OR, perform on a major late night talk show. OR, tour Europe and get published in AT LEAST ten major publications....those all fall in various shades of "epic." Taking a pottery class, sweating your love handles into a mini reservoir in yoga class, learning how to make one TRULY FANTASTIC MEAL, planning a ride on a hot air balloon, taking a ballroom class, visiting Portland? Those aren't epic....they're things that can be activated by a simple action; DOING IT.
Once in the middle of a college class my teacher put me in front of a class and taunted me to sing one of the hardest notes of my life, a note that could potentially crack windows, communicate with dogs, and/or leave people with bleeding, offended and broken eardrums. So I said, "I'll try....." and Miss Mama O (yes, that's her really name) said:
"YOU DON'T TRY TO PICK UP THE CHAIR. YOU EITHER DO IT OR YOU DON'T."
So when I sat down with My Love figuring out a plan of action to crossing of my ever growing "LIST" of some epic, some silly and seemingly insignificant "some days," and we decided to go with the mentality of
1. That whole "the World is ending in 2012", so get the fuck on it and 2. No try. Only do.
Today, I did yoga. Not that I haven't taken yoga for years because I have, but this particular yoga, in this particular location- I'd never taken and always wanted to...so here I was, very impulsively signing up and laying my clean face in a pool of my discarded toxins and quivering like a humiliated puppy. And I have to say...nothing felt better.
Who knows, maybe this blog will get to turn into my "life list" journeys....and if that's the case, you should all be fucking excited. I'm quite sure I get naked somewhere on that list.
What's one thing on YOUR "list"....(it doesn't have to be EPIC, it could be "learning how to sleep without the hall light on")