I am a planner by nature. Some would describe me as a control freak. I would say I’m a control freak that has become less and less attached to outcomes.
I always wanted to be a writer. I have early memories of writing stories and slipping them under my parents bedroom door.
I once wrote a story about a lion and my third grade teacher didn’t believe I wrote it. “Who wrote this for you” she said. “No one” I said. She sent me home with a note. My father called her. I don’t know what he said, but she never questioned me again. She also moved my seat to the front of the class.
I continued to write. But I discovered I liked other things as well. I liked hanging out with friends, I liked to move and dance and to travel. I loved sleeping outside under the stars. I was growing into my life.
Every year I would buy a new composition notebook and fill it up with my thoughts, but that was all I did as a writer.
Life continued. I traveled to Europe on Freddy Laker air with a one way ticket. I came home and got a job and an apartment and started making money. I got married. Along the way discovered that I loved food, and that I loved to cook.
When I became a mother I learned that best plan was to be prepared to have your plan messed with.
Like the guy in the circus that walks behind the elephant, much of the plan is clean up the shit. But along the way I began to lose the me behind the mommy so I went back to the planning board. I began taking writing classes. Instead of composition notebooks I filled up my Mac Book. I gained confidence and sent my words into the universe in return I’ve had a piece of two published.
I took a yoga class and saw the world from a new perspective. The yoga and the writing the fit like a glove.
When my daughter went to college I enrolled in a yoga teacher training program with no plan to teach just to learn. I learned that I was a good teacher.
The new plan is to share my yoga and my writing and maybe a recipe now and then. I’m a hybrid... Follow Me.