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September 2009 
My Bags are Packed, I'm Ready to Go...
Posted on Sep 21st, 2008
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Serendipity
Serendipity
In three days I'll be in Estes Park, Colorado, for the annual Yoga Journal conference. I am bursting with excitement. About ten years ago, I started telling myself that someday I was going to the Colorado conference. This year, I stopped saying "someday" and said "now".
I was supposed to go with a friend, but when the time came to register she decided she wasn't going. I thought about waiting until next year, so I would have someone to go with, but then I realized anything could happen in the next twelve months. I didn't want to miss this chance, so I am going by myself. I will admit I'm a bit nervous about knowing no one, but I'm sure someone will talk to me. I'm looking at it as an opportunity to make a new friend or two.
This will be my first time in Colorado. Seeing the Rocky Mountains is one of my "bucket list" items, so I'll get to check that off. The first day I am taking a yoga and rock-climbing workshop. Rock climbing is also on the list of things to do before I die, so I'll be making another check. I've always wanted to rock climb on actual rock, since I've only ever climbed those walls with the screwed-in hand holds.
Rock climbing feels like something I should be doing. Whenever I see pictures of someone clinging to the side of a mountain in a magazine or catalog, in my mind I am right there with them. My first time on the fake rock wall, I felt like I already knew what to do. At the top, when you have to come back down by just sort of sliding down the rope, bouncing your feet off the wall, some people panic and freeze for awhile. Not me. Down was more fun than up, and I thought up was pretty fun. Now, I am going to get to play on real rock. The ten-day forecast promises sunshine. I will actually be clinging to the side of the mountain, no longer having to imagine it.
I signed up for the conference on the first day of registration, because one of my other dreams is to take a class with Shiva Rea, and I'd heard her vinyasa classes fill up quickly. She is on my schedule, as is John Friend, the founder of Anusara yoga. I have a notebook with me so I can take notes right after the classes, to help me remember everything I learn from these master teachers. I also have a class on handstands, because learning to do a handstand without using the wall is one of my yoga goals.
By this time next week, if all goes as planned - and it will - I will be on the plane heading for home and trying to think of some new goals for my yoga practice, and my life. Now, I need to go put a couple pairs of yoga pants in my suitcase, and zip it up. I am ready to go. I just have to get through the next couple of days (one of which is my birthday!) without exploding. Breathe, baby, breathe.
My camera is packed, and I promise pictures when I get back.
I was supposed to go with a friend, but when the time came to register she decided she wasn't going. I thought about waiting until next year, so I would have someone to go with, but then I realized anything could happen in the next twelve months. I didn't want to miss this chance, so I am going by myself. I will admit I'm a bit nervous about knowing no one, but I'm sure someone will talk to me. I'm looking at it as an opportunity to make a new friend or two.
This will be my first time in Colorado. Seeing the Rocky Mountains is one of my "bucket list" items, so I'll get to check that off. The first day I am taking a yoga and rock-climbing workshop. Rock climbing is also on the list of things to do before I die, so I'll be making another check. I've always wanted to rock climb on actual rock, since I've only ever climbed those walls with the screwed-in hand holds.
Rock climbing feels like something I should be doing. Whenever I see pictures of someone clinging to the side of a mountain in a magazine or catalog, in my mind I am right there with them. My first time on the fake rock wall, I felt like I already knew what to do. At the top, when you have to come back down by just sort of sliding down the rope, bouncing your feet off the wall, some people panic and freeze for awhile. Not me. Down was more fun than up, and I thought up was pretty fun. Now, I am going to get to play on real rock. The ten-day forecast promises sunshine. I will actually be clinging to the side of the mountain, no longer having to imagine it.
I signed up for the conference on the first day of registration, because one of my other dreams is to take a class with Shiva Rea, and I'd heard her vinyasa classes fill up quickly. She is on my schedule, as is John Friend, the founder of Anusara yoga. I have a notebook with me so I can take notes right after the classes, to help me remember everything I learn from these master teachers. I also have a class on handstands, because learning to do a handstand without using the wall is one of my yoga goals.
By this time next week, if all goes as planned - and it will - I will be on the plane heading for home and trying to think of some new goals for my yoga practice, and my life. Now, I need to go put a couple pairs of yoga pants in my suitcase, and zip it up. I am ready to go. I just have to get through the next couple of days (one of which is my birthday!) without exploding. Breathe, baby, breathe.
My camera is packed, and I promise pictures when I get back.
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