I feel like I can say stuff like, "all that jazz" when I'm wearing a hat like the one in my Van Gough inspired self portrait, (I chose to chop off both of my ears...I refuse to be one-upped). So, as per tradition I am keeping things very current by giving you a portrait of myself in this very instant, this very fleeting but happening moment. Very real. Very Kardashian/Real World/Jersey Shore/All-other sad-and-embarrassing-reality-television of me.
So, here we are again folks, another couple months and another picture/word vomit from yours truly. I wish I was in more of a bloggerish mood, but I am not. Maybe you will benefit and my refined and eloquent jokes that I am finding out more and more are only funny to me will be minimal.
I literally have days, that's right, days left of yoga training. I can't way talk/write about it cause I begin to bawl and then things get dicey in an already sketch basemen apartment filled with nicotine soaked walls. These are pics from one of our special cooking nights. We made a full Ayurvedic meal, full of fresh, amazing goodness with a ton of added health benefits for each one of us in particular.
Ok, enough yoga tears. On to my literal favorite holiday, well, the widely spread, widely celebrated ones anyway (cause you are lying if National Ice Cream Day isn't your favorite day of the year). I love thanksgiving. It's simple. It's sole purpose and angle is F-O-O-D. Food. That's it. Well, I suppose family is tossed around in there somewhere in the more guilty of consciences, but food is the reason for the season and I love it. I do love the whole fam getting together too, even if I am the one that gets beat up majority of the time. Can't wait to pass that torch on to one of the nieces or nephews someday....it keeps not happening though.
As per tradition we go shooting and eat pie during thanksgiving day. I, due to my passive and gentle nature, rarely find the firearms within my reach. In most honesty, I usually am just too busy eating all the pie and BS-ing with peeps to care about the technique filled sport. Plus I hate that blasted kick that comes when you shoot. It makes me mad at the gun, and when you get mad at the gun you are only starting a losing battle. The gun always wins in those fits.
Only bummer about being a semi-big kid is that I don't get to come home for weeks on end in-between semesters and lay in the luxury of warmth, free living and the biggest source of homesickness....Linnie's cooking. But I did get a few days of the warmest Christmas ever in the most beautiful place a kid could ever be raised. The older I get the more and more I realize what a rarity southern Utah is. It's amazingly diverse landscape the never-ending list of outdoor adventures. My dad always says, "you could live here your whole life and not even begin to see half of the beautiful scenery it has to offer." I think I'm starting to catch what you're puttin down pops. Amazing.
I loved the few weeks of snowless spring time winter. It was heaven. I am glad it snowed, I was able to take my snowshoes out just last night in a full moon mountain hike that rocked my socks off. So, me and snow are no longer out to kill each other. We prob still will, but it will be with less bitterness and rage. But on New Years I took advantage of the warmth and trekked up Millcreek and spent a beautiful afternoon with the mountains. I've been going a lot of places solo lately. I've had a lot of epiphanies on the subject. I really like being alone. This is a very recent development. I used to hate being alone, at any time of day. I hated it. But now I find myself becoming more and more happy with just the company of myself. Yoga helped a lot with that, but also just going out and experimenting with it. Not even just being alone, but going to social settings by myself. I almost always have a friend, or several to have my back and act as my fall back if I find the situation even the least bit non-stimulating. But I find I am far more prone to invest in my fellow humans when I have no one of comfort to resort to. It's been an interesting little self, social experiment I've been running with myself. I'm still no Alex Supertramp, I like the humans, but I do like this new progression of becoming darn good friends with myself.
I'm embarrassed at the amount of self portraits in this post. But I feel like I can't delete them. Dilemmas.
New years eve was a blast with a TON of dancing, as it should be. I felt completely satisfied and pooped by the end and was eternally grateful. I went to three separate parties and danced until I was dizzy at all three. Most were meant to have dancing originally. I feel bad about nothing.
Another cool thing about my lone adventures are my slc walks. I love where I live, particularly because I am close to all cool parts of town: sugarhouse, downtown, yale/harvard area, university. All of these within walking distance. So, lately I've been just wandering about on walks and finding neat things and going into stores I've never noticed before and meeting interesting new people. I found this house on my walk yesterday and loved it. Picture captured and shared with you cool cats.