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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

Tipping Point

I fight and fight it to the very end.

I can be as stubborn as you, if not more, especially if I’m scared I’m gonna lose my heart again and be back to square 1…especially if it’s just going to be one day, and I’ll have to watch you leave again.

But then I realize I’m not going convince you otherwise not to show up on my front door (in less than a week!). That’s when a sliver of happiness shot straight through the wall I’ve tried desperately to build around me this past year.

And that feeling? Damned if it doesn’t just keep on growing.

Iron and Rust - Pinto

This is called me being emo

April 29th, 2008 | 4 Comments | Posted in INNER BATTLES + DEMONS

So, yes I’m runnin’ away, again…

I’ll let you know if it was worth it, in a couple of years

Because then, I can say: yes!

And mean it, wholeheartedly.

Because I need more than one year

It’s not even fear that I’m runnin’ away from…

You see, I’m only trying to escape

That part of me

That has thought of you

Each day since you left.

Facebook’s bitch

This buying and selling of friends is so very sick.

I LOVE it.

And damned if I don’t get all territorial over friends for the nickname rights (uhh, that’s MY Sexybutt thank you very much). I think a relapse into the addiction that is Facebook is creeping back into my life, so help me God Buddha. To be honest, when Facebook first opened up to all these 3rd party applications, I got so freakin’ annoyed by the build-up request of triple-digit magnitude for all sorts of wacky things. Overdosed, I completely shut it out. Preferring to keep things to a minimum (so, you know, people can actually find my Wall in a timely fashion), I only have 2 applications: graffiti and glassbooth.

Oh, wait—

…and Friends for Sale, of course.

I thought it was as stupid as it sounded, why the hell would I want to own my friends and bombard them with the very same application invites I so detest to get more fake money to buy even more friends?!?!?!

But apparently I do. Very much so.

Because deep down inside (right beside the Jane Austen/Disney Romantic), I’m a seriously Competitive Bitch who gets high off of smack talk. Yeah, the part of me that has been conditioned to second nature ever since I was 8 and fell in love double-teaming with my dad in pick-up basketball.

Now you’ll have to excuse me as I unceremoniously end this here for it’s been almost 4 hrs since my last login and I need to get my next $2,000 ka-ching!…you see, I’m saving up to buy one of my favorite male professors (a currently unaffordable $102,650 that got me hooked into this whole terrible time-waster Friends-for-Sale thing in the first place!).

You can Facebook me, here.

Maybe it’s not a u-turn after all

I want to thank you. For your friendship, patience and humor.

Have wanted to express that sentiment for some time now. Like sudden epiphanies—it was wished for sooner, but came not a moment too late. So I thank you, for having made me both deliriously happy and yet ridiculously scared. You brought out some deep insecurities I hadn’t been aware of and some of the boldest courage I didn’t realize I possessed. But that’s not what I’m going to remember you for…

I thank you, for making me realize that I did not find myself once again but am finding out the person I am going to be.

If change is a continual process, then so is acceptance.

For awhile I had to constantly keep reminding myself of that: those things are different…I am a different person today. Like, I’ll take something really mundane. Say, these new shoes I’m wearing—they’re different. So is the ground, that path I walk on as I take the detour around all that new construction going on around here.

It’s those little things, you see. Those subtle changes speak of a major change in my attitude—whether it’s the new hair color (brown instead of red) or body lotion (lavender instead of rose). Because it all points back to me, being becoming different. Things aren’t the same, and a damned good thing they aren’t. It’s like a you-can-do-it mantra you just have to keep repeating whenever you feel yourself slipping back into self-destruct mode. That, or re-watch Enchanted* for an instant pick-me-upper!

As each day brings me closer to the one year mark…the last week of May (with the biggest hurdle probably being April 16th), I find myself celebrating those small internal victories no one ever knows more and more often.

And so, I thank you. While remembering to give myself a pat on the back, too.

*Becoming Jane, Ratatouille, Over the Hedge, and Little Miss Sunshine are excellent alternatives as well.