Showing posts with label dance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dance. Show all posts

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Fa la la la...f@#k!

The Christmas melancholy is setting in...walking around in a daze wondering what to buy for whom, when I will have time to buy it, blah blah blah...last year I was so organized that the bitterness never came.  This year I am so busy, so INSANELY busy, that those old feelings of disenchantment towards "Consume-mas" are in full swing.

I would love to make some delightfully thoughtful gifts, a la Martha, but...it's that damn time thing - dance rehearsals for the Winter Hafla this Saturday, studying and homework for the yoga teacher training (3 more months to go...), and of course that pesky 9-5 job.  AND finishing off the thank-you cards for the wedding (must get those out this week), organizing my dance costumes for Saturday, etc.etc.etc. 

Here's hoping that next year, I will have LOADS of precious time to make cookies, candies and scarves (oh, my!) for all those people on my Christmas list. This year, it's gonna be gift cards and store bought goodies, terribly impersonal, I know, but it is a temporary fix.  I figure my loved ones will appreciate that I am just preserving my sanity, and that all that celebrating we will do together (because I am making time for that!) means so much more that anything we could buy each other.

Off to do more yoga homework!  Namaste.

Monday, December 15, 2008

sick little bunny

Staying home from work sick provides one with two more conditions that directly oppose getting well: the imminent buildup of work that awaits you when you get back on your feet, and an acute case of restlessness. Daytime TV is the devil: soaps and talk shows will eventually rot your brain, I am sure of it.

So here I am, waiting for my fiancee to arrive home with the NyQuil that will not only make all the icky, snotty, achy feelings dissipate, but will also knock me flat on my face so that I can actually sleep. In the meantime I am drinking tea with honey and praying for a miracle - my recital is tomorrow night and the last thing anyone wants to see is a belly dancer being overcome by a coughing fit onstage. SO not hot.