Wait.. it's... Tuesday? I'm... not waiting until Sunday night when I'm already partially incoherent (from exhaustion, marijuana, life in general- I'm still [mostly] sober [I like a sip here and there] and currently unmedicated because I didn't learn from the first time I tried in 2021 that the drugs don't work- but my dog does. Except for Ritalin, that one seems to work, but I forget to take it because, well, the Ritalin works.) to start writing this to you, my lovely fictitious audience.
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Enough about that, I have very little desire to delve into my medical history, just thinking about it makes my bones ache, and I don't see the Rheumatologist until April.
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Can I share with you some things that I have consumed lately that have been impactful? It's just two for this current moment, but I might add more:
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The first came from a newsletter I got from Aimee Echo, the owner of Ashtanga Yoga Long Beach,
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When the body is better organized, breath, senses, mind, and attention naturally begin to work together.
When this coordination is missing, the system relies on habit. Old patterns take over. We move and react based on what we’ve done before, rather than what is actually happening now.
But when posture is practiced with understanding, it becomes what it was always meant to be:
Preparing the human for being.
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For the purposes of getting my point across, I cut some of the bulk from her words. She was giving some thoughts on Asana, which is the physical, postural practice of yoga, AKA where a lot of Western yoga puts their focus. What really struck me, however, was the thought of organizing the body, defaulting to old ways, and ultimately still being in eternal preparation. Here's some woo woo shit for you- what if this 'life' is all just a trial for what is to come next?
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The second thing I consumed, actually just a few moments ago, and is what prompted me to add this little section into this week's newsletter, was a YouTube short (because scrolling IS ADDICTIVE and even though I only give myself a half hour on Instagram, I will find other ways to numb [and further disorganize] my brain.)
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A creative I am not familiar with, Alli Marye, states in the aforementioned short,
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Holding onto the wrong version just because it exists doesn't make it right.
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She was speaking in the context of ripping apart a garment you'd put a lot of work into, only to discover something wasn't quite right. I won't bore you with textile talk. She did go on to acknowledge that this doesn't just apply to garment construction. I thought it was a really beautiful correlation, and it exemplifies the idea that you can learn so much from just about anything- it all depends on how you look at it.
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Hello from Saturday. I'm sadly noticing that I often wait until Sunday night to start writing these for multiple reasons.
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- procrastination is a great motivator
- the tone of the email can change a lot from day to day, and that can be difficult to follow
- timing it like that makes it seem more current, informed, and apt for the time
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With that being said, what an absolute shit (in the poo poo ka ka kind of way, not the hot shit that's actually cool, the hot shit that attracts flies and carries disease, and unfortunately doesn't taste like chocolate) time it is in the united states. disgusting. Makes it really difficult to sit here and try to write an email in the hopes that it's light-hearted and neutral because who wants to willingly offend someone- oh. wait. People are getting paid to murder citizens in the street, so I guess offending people willingly should be pretty low on my list of concerns, right?
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Okay, Okay. It's Sunday night. I'm still pissed off, but we're in the middle of my first true New England snowstorm. It's gorgeous outside. My partner and I walked the dog over to a nearby park, and it was pretty magical walking in the street as if it were a snow globe. Watching the snow plows move the snow about is always a fun time, too. I can't wait until they do the tag team thing where one truck chews it up and spits it out into another truck. So hot. (In the Paris Hilton way.)
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It was a pretty eventful week for me, I suppose. I collected my tools from the jewelry store and asked a couple questions about setting up my own bench at home. Then consequently started buying little bits and bobs that I need to round out my bench so I can actually put together a little collection. I have 3 solid ideas, and a couple more in the tank, but I'm itching to keep creating and learning. So the purchases continue... *laughs nervously in unemployed*
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On the sewing front, I finally finished a shirt I bought with fabric that was purchased on a gift card I received for my birthday (which is in August, don't worry, most of you forgot), so that's special. I also finally redid the sashiko on a pair of my partner's work pants- that makes me really happy, knowing that little bits of my love go to work with him. Gosh, I'm a sap today, lately? Lord, if I know- the news makes me cry, so I'm an emotional rollercoaster, and not the fun kind with loops and cute photo ops and a little themed gift store at the end.
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This week's newsletter was all over the place. If you've been here from the beginning, maybe it was fun to see the process like this again; if you're just getting here, welcome to my madness.
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I'm so grateful to last Tuesday's Julia for being inspired by a YouTube short and writing a little bit for y'all, so that I didn't have to force much out after the events of the past few days.
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So, reminder, (facetious apology for making you think about it, but sorry, not sorry. We should be uncomfortable.) THIS. SHIT. IS. NOT. OKAY. It's actually rather BAD. MUY MALO. PELIGROSO. Oh no, she speaks Spanish. Where are her papers? FUCK. OUTTA. HERE.
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