Just now I asked myself, "Do you think you might try a little yoga?" And I think I might, once I am done here. There is a routine I've been doing, one that is half yoga and half calisthenics, and the breathing feels so good, and my muscles feel so strong afterwards that I am hard-pressed to resist it. But I have to be relaxed to attempt it. I wonder sometimes if I am not already too tired, but I think it's something that can be done on the last of the day's energy. It helps calm my mind.
I've been reading Eat, Pray, Love, and it's good so far. Certainly it doesn't mirror my own experience, but it does give me things to think about. She spends four months each in Italy, India, and Indonesia. I am in the India part now, but am thinking about a point she brought up in the Italy portion, about how the Italians work hard so that they can fully enjoy the relaxed parts of their lives. They don't have qualms about taking a break. I suppose that's what I'm in the middle of doing now--working hard so that I can enjoy the break I get. The only problem is that when the time for the break comes, I still have a nagging little voice in my head that says, "You should be doing something." The is The American Way, after all. Do, do, do, and never just be. But I long to have those moments where I just am, without the nagging voices pushing me to break my rest.
I'd like a lot of things out of my life, and I wonder sometimes how many of them are good and right. For example, I would like to live in Nice and speak French fluently. I love that little city on the water; it always feels like home. But to make it home someday...I don't know. It might not be what comes to pass. I sure hope it is, though. I would live in an apartment like the one listed on Riviera Pebbles that is called Malonat. It's just my style.
2008-04-06 - 8:34 p.m.
