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The Ah-Ha Moment

Call them epiphanies, eureka moments, or what have you.

Sometimes an “Ah-ha!” moment for me is not as instantaneous. That first moment of awareness doesn’t flip black into white with the mindless finger-tapping Ctrl+Z that I’m used to (as convenient as that would be!), but I am grateful for those micro-nudges towards a new direction. Like a click that needs some time to marinate before fully registering, it’s more of an “Ahhh………ha!”

Or maybe even “Ahh…hhuh?!…….ha!

Regardless, it’s a process with no endpoint, like a tree with branches that continually expand or a regenerating cycle. My new favorite quote by Tyson Edwards comes from my Level II yoga training manual and it sums up that journey eloquently:

“Watch your thoughts, for they become words.

Choose your words, for they become actions.

Understand your actions, for they become habits.

Study your habits, for they will become your character.

Develop your character, for it becomes your destiny.”

-Tyson Edwards

I literally opened my eyes when my master trainer read that quote aloud to us yogi trainees during practice and thought, “Oh my god, what have I been thinking!”

Teetering back towards negativity, perhaps?

Maybe this might seem an exaggeration to some, but I really believe yoga (among some other things) has saved me from the worst of myself. That is, my basic warring inner demons: optimism versus realism, practicality versus irrationality, and impulsiveness versus logic…my heart pitted against my mind.

But training to teach yoga is doing more than opening my eyes, mind and heart…it is showing me that despite the differences, how they can be one. Sound like some yoga wooha? Maybe. Yours truly is still learning how to communicate yoga philosophy to others. Yoga is a journey I’ve only just initiated. Or if I’m going to more accurately practice my yoga, so to speak, re-creating a new journey each day.

My little sis chuckles every time I say practicing my yoga, probably because it’s usually accompanied with an exasperated sigh and self-deprecating laugh.

Exhibit A.

“Jie jie, now that you’re home I can wear your clothes for the last month of school, right?”

“Sure.”

“Tomorrow can I wear your black shirt? And on my bed, I have your turquoise shirt and brown belt, too, for later this week.”

“Mmhmm…”

“Oh! And on Saturday can I wear your black pants for the walk?”

“Okay, but they’re starting to get faded since I wear and wash them so much. Try not to get them muddy.” I take a deep breath and then shake my head, saying, “Argh! I’m not practicing my yoga…must let go of attachment!”

She laughs, but makes sure to double-check, “So I can wear them Saturday, right?”

What a cutie.

Anyhow, I’ve been reading a lot lately since yoga training has made me realize how much more I need to learn. Plus, I got tons of good book recommendations from both my master trainer and other trainees…and soooo, guess who spent $60 on Amazon last week?

But as usual, I’m digressing. Any wonder why my ah-ha’s uses ellipses instead of a dash?!

Anyhow, Eckhart Tolle wrote in A New Earth, “Some changes may look negative on the surface, but you will soon realize that space is being created in your life for something new to emerge.

I love that line not because it’s telling me anything new, but because it got through to me at the right moment aka it was the last “…” in my “Ah……ha!” It can be so easy to underestimate the power of human denial: I realized that while I had been acknowledging the negative in my life (a good first step nonetheless), I’d forever run circles in square 1 if I didn’t act more positively on those timely u-turns into new directions.

That was the start of the first ah-ha. Face and replace.

Delayed update: my audition to teach yoga in the Fall went very well–she hired me on the spot! :D

I want it, bad.

May 1st, 2008 | 2 Comments | Posted in HEALTH + (IN)SANITY, LIFE'S ABSURDITIES

Alright, so I can be easygoing and all laid-back, sure. But when I want something (with certain exceptions), I chase after it with focused intensity (of course, smoothed over by some friendly charm and all) to ensure that I get it. I want to teach yoga at my university’s gym, McComas, and now my competitive nature is all fired up over it.

The irony of it all is that one of the first things I say when I start a class is: “Remember to let go of any judgment, expectation, and competition we may feel.”

HA!

Psh, forget that! I want a spot and I want it bad. My audition is on Monday afternoon…apparently there are 10 other people auditioning as well. I’m not sure how many spots are open, maybe 4? 5? Definitely not 10, that’s for sure.

…at least I have some killer references to back me up. *breathes*

Practicing Some Practical Idealism

Sometimes, I like asking people whose opinion I value and respect what they think. Although most times, I ask after the fact just to get a different point of view. And almost always, I end up doing what I want to do anyhow, taking into consideration what I feel to be the most important. No wonder my grandmother told my mom I’m a willful child. Or maybe it’s just a self-fulfilling prophecy, hmm…

Anyhow, this is particularly true for matters of the heart, since I’m not one to hide it. For one thing, I can’t do that very well, as one of my good friends from high school can help illustrate:

“Ok, ok, let’s practice.”

“Shoot.”

“So, I show up at your door with flowers, what are you gonna say? I’m him.”

“Hmm, I guess I’d get real quiet because I’d try not to show my emotions.”

He laughs at me, “You can’t do that!”

“What!?”

“That shows the most!”

“Oh. Well, that’s what I did last time, damnit.”

“No, do something that you know he wouldn’t expect. What would he not expect you to do?”

This is tricky, so after contemplating it for a moment, I finally say, “I guess I’d whack him for doing something that’d make me cry.”

“No, no, no…” He gives an exasperated chuckle, “You can’t do that either!”

“Darn.” This is hard.

He goes on to explain, “’Cause then it’ll show him he can make you cry.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” But ever the Hopeful Heart, I charge ahead, “Let’s try another scenario? Maybe?”

“Haha, okay. Let’s say he calls you and asks you to do something with him—“

“I don’t pick up!!!” I say excitedly before realizing, “But then it goes to voicemail, and I’d have to call back…”

Unsurprisingly, we never really did resolve my issue to a satisfactory conclusion, although I definitely felt a lot better. And started seeing the lighter side of things, so to speak.

I suppose if we’re really going to analyze the situation here, I don’t believe in hiding emotions (professionalism excluded, of course) of my heart because I don’t want to ruminate about those What Ifs or swallow bittersweet regrets.

Or maybe I do regret some things, and am only in denial. But I figure if I know that I wouldn’t have done things any other way (even if looking back I probably should have), then at least I can let go and move on.

Then again it can very well be the utter lack of control over certain situations or knowing beforehand it’s really gonna hurt me something terrible that causes me the most stress. Either way, all I know is that I haven’t felt this much stress since my laptop took a swim a few weeks ago. Which, get this, got fixed for FREE by an on-site Sony technician!!!! I mean, there’s a slightly faded 1” vertical strip that wasn’t there before, but they extended my warranty 90 days…so, I’ll be getting a new LCD screen, too!

And sooo, who totally ROCKS? *raises hand*

Alright, I ought to stop my blogging and start all those papers I need to do, all of which are currently nonexistent. Well, unless you count blank Word documents with saved titles…

in which case, they’d only be nearly nonexistent, right?

Damn your dirty blonde looks.

Let’s take this moment to psychoanalyze ourselves for a moment, yes?

Speaking in a purely superficial sense, I’ve found myself instantly drawn to 2 types of looks. The first—which shall be oh-so originally dubbed as Type I—is the dark (like, dark-brown to black) and maybe slightly curly hair with brown eyes that twinkle.

Hell yeah, I am completely serious about the twinkling eyes part.

A couple years back, someone once asked me what I thought most attractive about a guy, physically. I immediately replied with, “He has eyes that twinkle.”

“What the?” The guy who asked took his eyes off the road to turn to me and exclaim, “Are you serious?!”

I nodded. In seriousness.

“How do you make eyes twinkle?” He gave a scornful laugh, “Walk around holding a mirror under your eyes? Always be seen in candlelight?”

I responded with a half-shrug, but I distinctly remember how I felt every one of my then 18 years because with extreme effort and embarrassment I bit back the words well, if you don’t know… you obviously don’t have twinkling eyes.

My guy friends always like to tease me and give me shit about this Twinkling Eyes Attraction of mine. Which in turn has caused me to ponder the roots of it. You see, I figure that people with twinkling eyes have great smiles. And people with endearing smiles by default ought to like smiling. And people who genuinely like to smile almost always like to laugh, too. Can you tell where I’m taking this? I like people I can share laughs with…ergo, I like people with twinkling eyes! At least, that’s one theory I cultivate to explain the unexplainable.

But back to the Types.

Type I

After re-reading The Count of Monte Cristo (quite possibly my all-time favorite book since the 8th grade) over winter break for the umpteenth time, I realized that my long-time girlish attraction to the character of Edmond Dantés could be part of the reason.

Yes, I know what you’re thinking. Poor girl, Edmond Dantés is fictional, you kindly remind me.

But to my (uhh, generally) sane mind, it doesn’t matter because he’s also insanely hot.

Type II

Ugh. Well, Type II is a recent realization that I’ve developed an inclination towards dirty blondes with a slight scruffy look.

Allow me a moment to sound indignantly stereotypical: ha, me! like blondes?! pffft, as if!

However, one of the voices of sanity in my life confirmed my mounting fears.

“Darmstadt had dirty blond hair.”

“Yeah…I know,” I gave an internal wail of resignation, “Horrible, huh?”

“Well, I like big noses and beards.”

Even though that phase in my life is done and over with, it’s like I’m still judging all dirty blondes through these obsolete “darmstadt” rose-colored lenses. I won’t get new, updated ones until one day, I find myself genuinely falling for another guy.

So basically, it all implies that my basis for attraction depends on those guys I have or previously formed a serious attachment to.

And now before this train of thought turns full-out Freudian on me…

…let’s end this psychoanalytical moment here.

Before going live…er, officially

January 8th, 2008 | 12 Comments | Posted in HEALTH + (IN)SANITY, LIFE'S ABSURDITIES

New Site To-Do List, updated on January 16, 2008:

  1. change all the white font to…something other than white
  2. change white sidebar dividers to black (?)
  3. increase title font size even more? or leave as is? (modify under h1)
  4. not yet completely satisfied with this year’s quotes selection for site…
  5. add a list of 20-30 (?) links to go on main page blogroll
  6. finish writing the ABOUT page
  7. Pages (*can be unfinished on debut)
    1. *categorize and transfer all links to Full Linkage page
    2. add Addictions 2007 as a footnote
    3. *transfer uncompleted memes (don’t forget the ones in the word doc)
    4. *links and names to awards in the email draft
    5. page dedicated to LB 2007: screenshot? short blurb, links to favorite/popular posts
  8. write the ‘first’ wp post
  9. delete this post and previous test post (keep?)
  10. write last post on Blogger
  11. subscribe to feed to make sure feed presentation is good
  12. notify the masses
  13. blog

Hm. Damn that’s still a lot left to-do.