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perfection

Random musings

So, here we go, time for a test.

I have a zillion thoughts in my brain, of course, but nothing succinct or brilliant enough to write. So, of course, I’ve been avoiding blogging for a few days. Because, if I don’t blog perfectly, I shouldn’t do it all, right?

Oy. Gotta get away from that. So, let’s try. Just writing. Stream of  consciousness…whatever it may be.

Okay. On my mind right now:

How damn good I felt after yoga tonight — I love this class on Tuesday afternoons, I love the teacher, I love how she gets me completely, 100% In The Zone. I love how the music mixes with my breathing and my movements and I am just filled with that amazing intensity feeling. And, I love how strong I’m becoming. Not in an obsessive way, but in a factual, I’m becoming strong and flexible way. Not only am I doing poses that I could never do before, but I have almost erased the thought that, “I can’t do that pose.” It’s hard to explain, but I just feel like my body is amazing when I’m in this  class. And I don’t ever have a moment of doubt. Sure, I don’t always do everything perfectly, and I fall and grunt and shake during inversions and balances, but I never don’t try. And I rarely don’t get the pose. It’s almost like, once I stopped remotely entertaining the thought that I couldn’t do it, I could do it. Does that make sense? I just have that full belief in my body and my strength, that I can balance on one arm or one leg or crisscross things or move through flows until I’m dripping sweat, and of course I can do it all. My body is the shit and I can do it. And on that note, that’s why I learned a new headstand tonight, and I simply watched Katie show us how to do it, asked her to watch and help me, and then….I did it. Because I believed. Anyway. It’s awesome.

Hmmm. Maybe I could write, after all. It’s disjointed, and maybe not that important, but…it’s my blog. So I can do whatever I want with it, right? And you can choose to read it, or not read it, or like it, or hate it, and it doesn’t matter. Right?

I don’t know how to explain this.

I live in this world where I blame myself for everything. My happiness is dependent on the happiness of others. I cause others’ misery. If they are unhappy or upset, it is my own doing. It’s a control thing, I know. If I am responsible for the world, then I can control whether or not everything is okay. If I’m not responsible for the world, I have to just sit back and let things happen. Let others be upset, let people suffer, without being able to fix it. If I’m responsible for everyone’s well-being, then I don’t have to accept that life can just happen and people can suffer or be upset or have bad things happen to them. If I’m responsible for everyone, then although it all gets put on me, and it all becomes my fault for not being perfect, or a good enough ______ (daughter, girlfriend, friend, sister, fill in the blank), at least then I can pretend that there is a rhyme and reason to things, that if I make myself perfect than everything will be okay, that if I do everything right, I don’t have to sit with the pain of others and feel helpless.