Monthly Archives: October 2009

The Non Mom

“We had a lovely Roast Beef dinner at the church last night. And I stayed up the night before and made SEVEN pies. It was nice. It was really nice. You know? Just nice.”  This is an example of what I over hear when I drop Cate off at school in the morning.

If these words ever come out of my mouth, you have my permission to get the knot ready for my noose.


Club Kripalu

I’m trying to think of a way to sum up my experience at Kripalu with Shiva Rea in less than ten pages and without sounding like a devotee to some new age cult….which Kripalu isn’t. But it seems as though my fifth chakra is completely blocked upon returning home…surprise, surprise.

To put it short and sweetly, I survived 45 hours of Chakra Vinyasa (flow) Training over 5 days. Somewhere in there insert almost 108 prostration push ups,( I say “almost” because I lost count somewhere around 82.) and a wild time yoga trance dancing in the dark on the last night. Turns out, my second chakra isn’t as frozen as I thought it was…once you get me out of my usual environment. 

And a few words on Shiva: Hilarious, Genuine, Loving, and a talented surfer & DJ. If I wasn’t walking the path of a yoga student/instructor, I’d be jealous.


The Death of Couples Therapy

Last night Rick and I made an executive decision: we both cannot stand our therapist and so no more couples therapy.

I’ve been in therapy for some time now (thanks mom) and he’s just begun going to his own therapist, as well. Three therapists are a crowd….both mentally and financially. Plus, it’s complete bullshit, also known as IMAGO therapy. Google it. We sit there and read from a script in order to learn how to perfect our communication skills. I can’t believe I went to college for this crap. 

Excuse me if I believe that some things should not be communicated. Some secrets are best kept that way and some peeves are better left unsaid. For the rest of the stuff that falls in the middle, I doubt we need to pay 175 a session for in order to figure out. 

I really felt like if I went to the session last night, I was going to tell this guy how full of crap I think his technique is. How would that make YOU feel, doc?


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