I got the fever. Spring fever, that is. I fell in love with our ski area all over again yesterday. You all know about my intentions to master the art and skill of alpine skiing this winter, which left me in a bit of a pickle and here is why: I snowboarded for the duration of my time here before I moved to Hawaii, and during my 7 years away I only rode my board 3 times, twice in Park City/The Canyons and once here, last spring. So I am out of practice, and not as confident as I feel I should be to venture out into unfamiliar terrain or to hang with my expert skier friends on the mountain. Also, the year I moved away was the year they expanded this resort, so I don't know some of the new areas that well. Not a problem, you say? Just get on your board and go exploring. Right, well, not exactly, because I had vowed (I don't know why I make these kind of promises to myself sometimes) to ONLY be on skis this winter and NOT under ANY circumstances take my board up, thereby forcing myself into being and expert skier. So now I am on skis for the first time in my life (minus a college trip to Killington, Vermont on spring break) and skiing on beginner's slopes on the crappiest parts of the mountain on the crappiest man-made snow, alone. Except for the days that Albert took me up and gave me tremendously valuable lessons.
Where's the pickle, you ask? Here: Totally un-fun season, skiing/stressing alone. I broke down and bought a gorgeous board on sale with some new boots and decided, ok, I will take it up ONLY ON POWDER DAYS so I can rip on occasion and cruise with friends and feel somewhat successful about my mountain abilities. The problem with that? Way out of practice. So this week , amid the 50+ degree weather and sunny days and slushy snow, I went up with an iPod Shuffle (genius invention and I don't know why it took me so long to break down and buy one) and got my mojo back! Cruised all over the new lifts and new terrain, rocked out with my earbuds in, and forgave myself for not becoming an expert skier in 2 1/2 months. As I like to say, Big Fucking Whoop.
The other part of my life that is shifting is this whole teaching yoga business--it seems the blush has worn off the 'ole rose, and I am bagging it. Let me try to explain. I have practiced and studied, almost exclusively with, some of the best Anusara instructors in the world. And that is the level of proficiency at which I think yoga should be taught. The reality? I have an advanced personal practice but am YEARS away from that level of teachership. And I am not devoted enough to teaching to put in the amount of time and energy to get to that level. Perhaps I am just distracted right now, what with snowboarding and skiing and a new romance for the first time in FIVE years, but deep down I think that I am better suited to running a studio and organizing events than I am for embarking on a teaching path. Plus I need to make some money and get a job! A dream job, preferably. Any ideas? Is there a way to get sponsorship from a person or company just for being me? Is that too much to ask? Perhaps not.
Spring fever is afoot and there is talk of desert trips and rafting excursions and sticking around during off-season to save money, never mind the tropics, let's just hunker down and snuzzle in and live simply until this fear-based "state of the economy" readjusts and we can all laugh about it again.
I am obtaining a free couch and chair (yay) for my new place and as soon as I get that and a rug I will post some photos. Oh and I am going to Franny's wedding this Friday so I will get photos from that too! Coyotes and Mr. Owl last night, competing for air time under the waning moon in an impossibly blue-black sky.
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