After oversleeping by 45 minutes (the kid who usually climbs into bed at 5am and pokes my face until I stumble down the stairs in search of Cheerios actually curled up and fell asleep again), I managed to get everyone dressed, fed, lunches packed, and to their respective schools on time.
So this is day two of Karen 2.0 and I’m already feeling pulled away from exercising and writing by… excuses. From the late start, to the bad weather, to the daunting to-do list… I’ll tell ya, if there was money to be made in making excuses, I would not be doing the soul searching.
To be fair — it’s ass cold outside. No lie — I saw a crow flying and it was caught by a gust of wind and slammed into a house mid-flight. Which was HILARIOUS. That combined with the fact that it really is icy out (two days ago we were down at the playground in light jackets of course), I didn’t want to run. So I didn’t. BUT I did yoga and some cardio circuit training.
This was my easy morning yoga, link provided by my husband:
AM Yoga and Pilates (free on Hulu)
And here is the link to the cardio circuit, which I found on Pintrest, where I find all the things.
And HOLY SHIT was that a challenge! This is definitely not something that comes easy for me — I was always dismal at the President’s Physical Fitness Challenge in gym class and can only do “girl” push ups. But it did get my heart racing, which is the goal. And it’s designed by a JAPANESE SCIENTIST, which must mean that makes it good, because the guy mentions that about 6 times.
I’m glad I didn’t go out but also really glad I got my body moving. But really really glad I didn’t go outside.
Surely we’ve all read this quote by the lovely Joseph Campbell:
“Follow your bliss.
If you do follow your bliss,
you put yourself on a kind of track
that has been there all the while waiting for you,
and the life you ought to be living
is the one you are living.
When you can see that,
you begin to meet people
who are in the field of your bliss,
and they open the doors to you.
I say, follow your bliss and don’t be afraid,
and doors will open
where you didn’t know they were going to be.
If you follow your bliss,
doors will open for you that wouldn’t have opened for anyone else.”
I was thinking more about where my talents may lie, and that whole line of thought that if you follow your passion, you will find a career that will take care of you. I definitely think that’s a noble goal but I think that our talents may not lie where our passions lie, and frankly I don’t think that everyone has a “talent.” In fact, I’ll go out and day that those who subscribe to this line of thought probably have a talent and it does’t cross their minds that not everyone has.
Taking inventory of the things I’ve enjoyed doing over the past few years, I realize that I haven’t shown a great deal of proficiency in these things. While I’ve really had a LOT of fun doing various crafty things (see: Pintrest), they are definitely not done to the level of perfection that would lead me to think I had any talent at these things. And just about zero of the ideas were mine.
Example: I threw an AMAZING birthday party for my daughter’s 8th birthday. It was really fantastic. Harry Potter theme, 8 kids, and I made all the favors, had awesome games, all that good stuff. But I got ALL the ideas from bloggers and by and large, my implementation of their plans, while great for my kid’s party, fell so so short of their examples!
Example: For Christmas I gave my husband a really wonderful gift, at least I think so. With the purchase of Traveler by Trey Anastasio, I got a lithograph of the album art, signed by Trey. I wanted to frame it — and I knew I wanted something bigger (it’s a small print, maybe 8×5) but my friends came up with the even better idea of having it big, off center, and with a quote from the album on the mat. So that’s what I did! And it looks awesome and I love it… but when I look at it during times I’m feeling rotten about myself, all I see is how crooked the letters are and how every good idea was someone else’s.
Example: I made a yarn-wrapped wreath for Christmas last year. It was cute! And needless to say it was an idea I saw on a blog (100000 blogs really.). At least half a dozen people said I should sell them. So what did I do with the money my mom gave me for a Christmas present? I bought yarn. And wreath forms. And felt. And glue gun refills. And jewelry making things. And I set up a Etsy shop and never sold anything. It made me sad and I felt really embarrassed that yet another thing I tried to do didn’t work. The worst thing was that my daughter knew about it and was excited, and then she was disappointed that no one bought anything because for some reason, she thinks I’m the bee’s knees.
So, yes, I enjoy doing crafts but I don’t have that creative spark or fin motor skills that make that particular bliss the one I should follow in order to make money.
And for that matter… that was the case with my poetry. I loved doing it, I was fairly good at it — good enough for people to be encouraging of me — but I just did’t have that extra something, that thing that separates the dabbler from the called.
I have really always so admired people who have talent. Lately I’ve been greatly admiring of Adele and Rachel Maddow. They’re so good at what they do. And it’s not like finding work in broadcasting or recording is an easy thing to do. Ad they are called to do what they are doing. Adele is also incredibly adept at liquid eyeliner, another area in which I am lacking. But that’s another story for another time.
- Exercise: 10 min yoga/Pilates, 4 min cardio circuit of doom
- Words written: 1000+ (even without the help of the esteemed Mr. Campbell)
- Weight: 146
- Job I Don’t Want: Craft Blogger. Even if I didn’t suck balls at it, I would still have glue burns on gnarled fingers, and the shame that comes from misleading readers into thinking that my life is perfect… despite the occasional “Keeping it Real” posts.
- Deck Check: All Over Again, The Mavericks, In Time