Yoga and me

I have a love-hate relationship with yoga. I’ve read a lot of books on it, researched for hours on the internet, and ferociously followed many top “yogis”. Kino MacGregor, helped fuel my six month love affair with Ashtanga yoga. Despite feeling very uncomfortable with chanting and only practicing the physical poses, I feel like I got a lot of mental feedback from that stint.

Not long after I calmed down on the hour and a half personal sessions, I had a pretty serious knee injury that I still suffer with two years later. That pretty much put a kibosh on my excessive physical practice. Soon I was pose chasing all the knee aggravating poses because why not, right?

Once I figured out that, maybe, I should be a little more gentle on my knee; I kind of just stopped doing yoga in any fashion and lost every bit of flexibility I had. Not to mention my mental calmness and stress relief. I’m still in a yoga rut and am lucky to even give my hamstrings a random stretch, but I am trying to approach my excessive stress through that lens again. Will I ever be successful? Maybe.

Journal

I’ve never been one to keep a journal, and when I’ve tried, I failed miserably. Maybe this could be a “public” version, that seems to be all the rage now.

Not a lot has gone on around these parts in the surrounding time period. The yearly rains are rushing through, and I’ve tried out an incubator I bought. I’m still in the process of hatching, but right now I have six little cuties out of twenty-eight eggs. Which is, 21% I believe, pretty awful really.

There is still time for more fluffy cuties, but I may not get any more than I have. I’m not a mother hen, you know.

Why you are here

I personally have no idea why you are here, but welcome nonetheless. I decided to start this as a way to improve my writing, and maybe share some interesting opinions to any who end up here.

Some background, I’m a recently (started? begun? becoming?) decided convert to freelance writing. The general, “I have no idea what I know, but I’m learning” type. Which also explains why I did a short bout with the dreaded content mills; I’m past that now and working the courage to do some real projects. Hopefully, this little thing here will push me over the edge.

When I’m not agonizing over writing confidence, I have an extensive amount of animals (chickens) and a small garden that I care for. That is a story for another time though.