Monday, September 17th

“The trouble is, you think you have time,” a statement that rings in my head often. Sometimes it haunts me. My only child turns 18 later this week. How can I be the mother of an almost-adult? I’m only in my thirties; well that’s not entirely truthful but it is how I feel.

Wasting time. I lie in bed scrolling in the morning, not social media as much as I used to, but eliminating phone notifications, updating apps, checking my calendar, bank account. Hello OCD. Sometimes I make good use of the time by texting friends or reading a book. Still, I definitely waste time. And I get mad at myself for it. I should be up. I should be writing.

There are many things I want to achieve in this lifetime. Not being judicious with my time, I slip a little further behind.

The sincere drive of wanting to achieve also causes angst. It causes me to be short or ignore others. I’ve done it to my husband more than once. Working on personal projects this weekend, writing, J does a great job of entertaining himself. We are here, together, but in two separate places. He checks in with me. It’s kind, considerate. As he drove up on the golf cart yesterday, I was on the front deck tapping away at the keyboard. I barely looked up. If he’d behaved that way toward me, I’d be hurt. My strong internal drive to achieve and my relationship to time, namely the lack of it, cause rudeness.

If yoga has taught me to be in the now (and it has, I’m better than I used to be), why do I still fight with my relationship to time? How do I reconcile the two? This is my pondering today.

Deep breaths. Soft shoulders. Turning the corners of my lips upward, I feel thankful for this moment. THIS. This is all I can control right now. Maybe that’s the lesson. One breath. One moment. One day at a time.

Sunday, September 16th

I woke up planning to work on my manuscript again but I simply cannot. It’s been the hardest, most grueling process and I sat in a chair all day yesterday.

Where I started is not where I’ve ended up and now, after talking to an editor, I’m questioning everything. Yoga Prayers started as an ‘academic’ piece, or at least a more objective one. The goal was to provide the background of yoga and then take readers through the eight limbs. I started writing it for my students at OU. But a writing course last fall, followed by the study of memoir, changed the angle to include my story. The trouble is, I’m not sure I fully understand that story yet.

The original outline mirrors the type of writing I’ve always — educational and to the point. It also bores me a bit these days.

I’m drawn to memoir, reading and writing it. We learn through personal stories and see ourselves in them. What’s the angle of mine though? I’m a yoga teacher who doesn’t want to teach in a regular setting anymore. I spent a decade of my life teaching what I needed to learn. Those are two of the themes but where do I go from here?

I sent what I had to my editor, Maren. She works for a local publishing company and we were introduced by a mutual friend. It feels scary to let another person read my work, especially when I know it’s not complete but that’s the only way I’ll know how to move forward. I’m super excited for the feedback. Bring it on, Maren. I truly want to improve.

Meanwhile, I announced on social media that my manuscript was complete. Uh, yeahhhh, I’m gonna need you to hold the presses. Hello mouth, insert foot. Why do I do that?

On a lighter note, tonight’s sunset was gorgeous.

Friday, September 14th

It occurs to me that as soon as I make my mind up about something, I change it. THE ONLY CONSTANT IS CHANGE. I remember laughing with a co-worker a long time ago when she said, “if you ignore an email in your inbox long enough, it becomes obsolete.” While I don’t think that’s the best way to go about business, there is truth to it.

I self-edited Yoga Prayers this week and am talking to an editor today. It’s surreal that this thing might actually happen. I’ve been working on this book off and on for about four years now, maybe longer. It’s taken shape, changed a few times, then taken a different shape. It’s something else entirely today and TBH (to be honest), it kinda scares the crap out of me. While the framework is still the 8 Limbs of Yoga, there’s memoir built in. I do have a story to tell. I hope my editor can help me hone the story better than I have so far.

My newest obsession is visual note taking, after seeing the creations at Content Marketing World last week. As an avid bullet journaler, creating visual notes feels more authentic and like something I’ll revisit more regularly than regular notes. I’m practicing the ‘art’ in my bullet journal.

QUICK FACT: I can read 200 books in a year if I commit to 8 hours of reading each week. Totally doable. I can’t remember where I read it, but here is the breakdown:

  • Books average 50,000 words
  • 200 books therefore = 10 million words
  • 10 million words / 400 words per minute = 25,000 minutes per year
  • 25,000 minutes  / 60 = 417 hours per year
  • 417 / 12 = 34.75 hours per month
  • 34.75 / 4.3 (average weeks in a month) = 8.08

Happy Friday!

 

Raining Again

 

Sunday * TWO

  1. I don’t have to go anywhere. I don’t have to go anywhere. I don’t have to go anywhere!
  2. Laundry.
  3. Morning writing. I Can Do Hard Things. A lot came up for me on that one.
  4. Leisure reading.
  5. An Instagram post after almost a month hiatus. What is the appropriate time and rate of sharing? Why do I care?
  6. He spent the earlier part of the day down at the garage after running Sunday errands. I had the house to myself with the dogs in the quiet.
  7. Completing necessary work. Booked hotel. Excited for this work week after all of the learning last week.
  8. I think our level of maturity is measured by the things people do to us against our reaction to those things and the continued treatment we give them, especially people who are supposed to love us most.
  9. A new book is percolating but I’ve got to finish the first one first. Why am I procrastinating so much?
  10. Browns vs. Steelers: tied at 21. I’m a fan of neither but it was a great game.
  11. He made dinner for me both nights this weekend.

A Rainy September Saturday

 

Saturday * ONE

  1. I finally slept well. At hOMe.
  2. Thankful. We cleaned together: countertops, toilets, floors, baseboards.
  3. Wanted to stay home but errands needed completed — Office Max, Hobby Lobby, Kroger, and I stopped to get egg bites and an iced green tea from Starbucks. Home well before the game started.
  4. Rejuvenated in my writing life.
  5. Sketchnotes.
  6. Conscious Journaling.
  7. OSU v Rutgers
  8. Taco salad.
  9. Again I ponder why ‘recording life’ is so important to me. It very much is. This blog is for me, as I watch my ever changing journey unfold.
  10. She called midday. Blessed.
  11. Football, HGTV, reading and note taking.

Good to Be hOMe

Friday * NINE

  1. Just do it. Sleeping in is easy. Getting up is hard. Just do it.
  2. Life is as we choose it, our failures, success. So much is up to us.
  3. For an introvert, ‘showing up’ is everything.
  4. The last two sessions of CMWorld were great.
  5. Starbucks and a walk around Cleveland.
  6. Facetiming with my girl.
  7. A stop in Pickerington to finish up work and pick up dinner.
  8. Talking to my synchronicity coach always helps me see things in a new light.
  9. hOMe.
  10. Winding down.
  11. Batman v. Superman and sketchnotes.

Trying to Catch Up – and Stay Calm through the Process

 

Thursday * EIGHT

  1. Perspective.
  2. Trust myself. Trust the process. Believe in self.
  3. Ann Handley yesterday. I read her book. Tina Fey today. I’ve watched her comedy for years. We are all just people.
  4. A three book purchase. I am committed to this ride.
  5. Storytelling.
  6. Slowing down. Thinking critically.
  7. Everyone is online. If you know me personally or professionally and are reading this, please say ‘hi.’
  8. Anonymity and transparency. Vacillation.
  9. There ARE enough hours in the day.
  10. Doing what’s important.
  11. Sketch notes.

Standing in Myself

 

Wednesday * SEVEN

  1. Awake before 6:24a alarm.
  2. Finished yesterday’s blog post from bed.
  3. Yoga in hotel room.
  4. Morning tea.
  5. I’m always scattered when traveling. Must ground myself with ritual.
  6. Learning so much but work doesn’t stop. I wish I could be more fully focused.
  7. Emailed Jane about on-demand sessions so I can soak in more once I leave here.
  8. Dinner with JO girls, Patrice and random-Catherine.
  9. Not ideal. Sucked energy. Walking to parking garage too late at night.
  10. I know who I am but I’m from a different generation. It’s all funny to watch and process.
  11. Hotel. Didn’t sleep well again.

Excited for my First Content Marketing World

Tuesday * SIX

  1. One year ago today, but I won’t be sad. Everything is here to help me.
  2. Tea, morning chores, then conference bound.
  3. Breathe by Kate Bishop on the three hour drive.
  4. Arrived with plenty of time to acclimate myself to surroundings.
  5. Hotel is nice but I wish it was closer to event venue.
  6. Lunch before first session was yummy, deviled eggs and a cheese plate.
  7. Met up with Patrice directly after. Two glasses of Pinot and great conversation.
  8. Walk back to hotel. Heinen’s grocery store … tea, honey, milk … my ritual. Must ground myself each morning. Indians game at home within eyeshot of hotel. Beautiful night.
  9. Hotel pizza.
  10. Finished LEDO Update, just waiting on header and news details.
  11. Bed at 11p but didn’t sleep great.

Last Unofficial Day of Summer

Monday * FIVE

  1. My life is so settled, it would probably seem boring to a lot of people but I am content.
  2. I decide I like mornings best.
  3. Earl Grey tea with honey, Zendocrine and CBD oils + a little milk. Ritual.
  4. Sitting on our front deck, staring into the woods, writing, reflecting, dogs beside me and at my feet. Never gets old.
  5. Dad calls to see what we’re doing today. He made salsa.
  6. I am in no hurry.
  7. Timeline: The Memoir Writing Workbook
  8. A 3.5 mile hike.
  9. I shower, pick her up and we meet dad at Olive Garden.
  10. Her allergies are awful. We get medicine, drive across town, hang for a bit longer and I drop her back off.
  11. Leftovers for him. We sit on the front deck then walk to the field to see the sun setting.

Easy Sunday

Sunday * FOUR

  1. Sleeping in while he tends to his Sunday morning chores.
  2. Quietude with the dogs on the front deck.
  3. Reflective writing.
  4. A three mile hike. Energized.
  5. The smell of laundry.
  6. ‘Date day,’ … Dankhouse Brewery, Longhorn Steakhouse, TJ Maxx, Lowes.
  7. We hang the last outdoor speaker and wire the rest of the box inside. Something is wrong with the exterior sound.
  8. This sense of uneasiness with life, feelings I didn’t experience at younger ages.
  9. I can’t hang. In bed by 9p. He stayed to try to figure sound system out.
  10. Oh my goodness, these sheets and new pillows.
  11. Dreams and peaceful slumber.
H I !   I ‘ M   H E A T H E R   S A G E  . . . 

. . . a writer, blogger and yoga teacher (who rarely teaches in the traditional sense anymore). Also a softball mom, happy wife and flawed human doing the best I can. I love books, stationary, hot tea, wine, essential oils, quiet mornings, playing outside and many other simple things in life.

Life changes all the time. It’s the only constant. Beautiful, mundane, joyful, awful, insightful, random, the way things move through; my practice here is of ‘recording life’ in words and images. The name of this blog, on the 19, is where we live. Find more meaningful writing on soul fabric and Medium.