Happy 2016. Like everyone else, (and I love being like everyone else, sometimes), I decided that I must exercise in the auspicious first few weeks of January ... I did a few sums in my head on how much I would save by going to my building gym vis a vis the benefits of the more strenuous Bikram Yoga workouts vis a vis buying more clothes that are flattering to all the cheesecake I have consumed over the years to vis other stuff. I love Bikram Yoga I schedule my exercise them with frequency of spa visits than actual exercise, and finally decided that for a few weeks, I would be regular.. get in the zone, you know. And then I went off to do some shopping for my children like a good mother, and got off a taxi, slipped on ice and bruised myself and have definitely damaged my knee.
No my point is .. all that humbug about telling the universe what you want to do, and it conspiring with you to make your dreams come true.. is exactly that. Why else would it send me skidding over ice exactly when I have noted down the bikram yoga class fulton street venue in my little blue book? And this is not the first time. Every time, I have made grand announcements to myself, which are my messages to the universe (I don't exactly have a direct line, so I go via me), I find that the opposite happens.. events fully intended to distract, dissuade and plainly prevent me from doing what I set out to. It's as un alchemist as it gets, so maybe there's a piece in this whole messaging service, some button that I have missed. Anyways, when I got off the road, shushing my kids to not panic, too much in pain to even thank my helpers of whom there were many, dusted off the grime and maaged to hobble to a chair inside the store and sit with as much dignity as I could and a big smile for my kids, my older daughter told me, with genuine awe in her eyes, my younger one staring at me with the same daze,'Mama, you are the bravest bravest person in the world'. My heart has just had a nice warm compress even if my knee still needs one. And guess what, the universe never told me that I would get to hear this some day. So what if the wires get crossed, I love these little surprises.
No my point is .. all that humbug about telling the universe what you want to do, and it conspiring with you to make your dreams come true.. is exactly that. Why else would it send me skidding over ice exactly when I have noted down the bikram yoga class fulton street venue in my little blue book? And this is not the first time. Every time, I have made grand announcements to myself, which are my messages to the universe (I don't exactly have a direct line, so I go via me), I find that the opposite happens.. events fully intended to distract, dissuade and plainly prevent me from doing what I set out to. It's as un alchemist as it gets, so maybe there's a piece in this whole messaging service, some button that I have missed. Anyways, when I got off the road, shushing my kids to not panic, too much in pain to even thank my helpers of whom there were many, dusted off the grime and maaged to hobble to a chair inside the store and sit with as much dignity as I could and a big smile for my kids, my older daughter told me, with genuine awe in her eyes, my younger one staring at me with the same daze,'Mama, you are the bravest bravest person in the world'. My heart has just had a nice warm compress even if my knee still needs one. And guess what, the universe never told me that I would get to hear this some day. So what if the wires get crossed, I love these little surprises.
