So, the reason I don’t post very often is because drawing those simplistic, so-easy-a-4-year-old-could-draw-them pictures really stresses me out. I don’t have a fancy tablet to draw on, nor do I have a mouse… so everything is drawn using my finger and a tiny mouse touchpad on my laptop. Since I’m not very good at drawing when given actual implements (one time in college, my RA decided to have “make Christmas cards for the folks at the nursing home” as a floor activity. Mine literally looked like a 4th-grader drew it. I was 21), you might understand why this stresses me out. Or maybe you don’t get stressed out by really stupid stuff, like I do.
Aaaaaanyway, I don’t want to lose the meager number of people who actually do read this blog, so I’m going to start posting more blogs with no drawings. I’ll still draw pictures occasionally, but there will definitely be more words than pictures. It’s like moving from kid books to “young adult” books and trying to pretend like you don’t care that there aren’t pictures because you’re a young adult now and too cool for that.
So here’s some random thoughts for this week, young adults:
It’s been raining here in Chicago for approximately 18 years. It might be closer to 4 days straight, but it sure feels like 18 years. Over the past couple weeks, we’ve had very few days with actual sunshine, let alone days where it’s not raining. I get it, it’s springtime, April Showers and all that crap… but I am so sick of this rain. It feels like the whole city is on the verge of snapping and collectively screaming “I can’t take it anymore!” and moving to Florida. (The sun came out for 2 minutes while I was writing this just to make me a liar… the sun can be kind of a d-bag sometimes.)
Yesterday, a few women from my office went to yoga together – they had a coupon or something. Have you heard of yoga classes? Apparently they’re a pretty big deal and literally almost every person I know has gone to one. Not me… I’m a little tightly wound lately – too tightly wound for yoga. And don’t even bother leaving a comment that says, “Mairin, if you would go to yoga, you would be less tightly wound. It would totally help you become calmer”, because believe it or not, that would not be the first time I’ve heard that.
I did try yoga once. My sister had this video that was a combination of yoga and Pilates and sometimes I would do it with her when we lived together 6-7 years ago (sidenote: it makes me feel really freaking old to think that I was still an adult 6-7 years ago). And the woman on the DVD would say something like, “This used to be hard, but now it feels like a rest pose”. And I would yell something like, “No it doesn’t, you witch! Stop being so smug while trying to kill me!!”. My sister later requested that I not do the DVD with her because I was making the whole process more stressful.
As for doing taking a yoga class, I’m pretty sure if you took me out of the privacy of my own home and threw a bunch of strangers into the mix, it would only stress me out more: “AmIdoingthisrightwhycan’tIdothisrightwhathappensifIgetstuckOMGI’MSTUCKwaitnoit’sallokay (INHALE) i’mstillaliveandbendingtherightwaythankGodisthisalmostoverwhyisn’tthisoverWHYCAN’TIBEDONE?!?
So I think I need to find ways to make myself a little less stressed before trying yoga. I have a list (I love lists):
Sunshine (it would really help a lot if the sun would stop being such a d-bag)
Looking for bullfrogs in the pond with my niece and watching her jump when they jump
Beer gardens in the city finally opening up
BBQ-ing (I bbq veggies, but they are still delicious and I don’t even miss hamburgers and sausages. No. Seriously. I don’t miss them at all. I swear. STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT)
Running in the morning before the City wakes up
Holding sleeping, newborn babies makes me very relaxed. Conveniently, my older sister is due in just a few weeks, so this works out for me. 🙂
In the next couple months, I should be much less stressed out because I get to do all these things… and then, maybe I’ll check out this “yoga” business. If it’s even still around then. Psht. Trends.