One hundred and twenty seven yoga classes later and I can do Crow Pose. Don’t know that that is? Well, I think you can live a complete and happy life without knowing but if you’re curious, here it is:

In the process of reaching this milestone, I fell on my face. A lot. And I mean that literally, just went right past ‘balanced’ and landed on my nose. In yoga, we are not meant to judge one another but I could feel the pity around me, wafting off my twenty something classmates. After all, they balanced.

But here’s the thing. Every time the instructor asked for this pose, I gave it a shot. Because by not trying, I guaranteed I would never get there. And then one day, I balanced. Happy fireworks went off in my head. If I can master crow, what’s next? Wounded peacock? Yoga sleep pose? Okay, that one is just gross and we should probably not get ahead of ourselves here. 


There are so many things that will get in your way as you travel toward a dream or desire. I’m right now on the one-millionth rewrite of a story I very much want to tell but I keep stumbling. It works and then it doesn’t. I like it and then I don’t. It stares at me and I stare back. But I keep returning. I keep falling on my face. Is this a waste of time? Stupid? Pointless? Should I turn my attention to something else?
I don’t know. What I do know is I’m not ready to give up.  I’m waiting for the crow.

3-sentence (or so) Book Recommendations

Ready Player One, by Ernest Cline (YA). I only have one today because I’ve been so busy lately my reading has fallen behind. That is not cool. But this book is. Sure, it takes place in a dystopian future but its heart is 1980s pop culture gold. From John Hughes to Pac Man to more obscure references I actually had to think about, I challenge you to not be sucked in.