Coffee now - Day 3 of 30 day writing challenge

Coffee on couch with fluffy cat

30-Day writing challenge through Kale & Cigarettes (500 words)

I'm up early waiting for my coffee to brew. I usually am at early morning Mysore-style yoga by now. Today I am trying something new. I will attempt to take my daughter to breakfast before school and then go to yoga. And it's ok that I'm late on Fridays because I can jam through my sequence in 45 minutes today, or finish up in solitude in the room downstairs from the studio—which is perfect if I start crying, which might happen today. Either that, or I'll find the need to do an invincible yoga pose; this is a mindset you aren't really supposed to have in Mysore Ashtanga, unless the teacher agrees it's ok to do so, which means I need to be in solitude for this.

complete cessation of the mind

It's hard to think before coffee. You'd think that would be a perfect setup for doing yoga since the first yoga sutra is complete cessation of the mind. Why not start out that way? However, in order to gain the benefits of Ashtanga yoga, I need to be able to move. Right now that's difficult. I might go back to bed. This means I'm addicted to the one cup of coffee.

And it's not like my brain is actually calmed now. I'm kind of like a tired rambling idiot in some ways. Yoga helps me to harness the rambling impulse. Wow, I'm glad I'm figuring this out. Thanks, Kirk, for holding this event.

figuring out my life story

I will add that realization to my final paper I'm writing for graduate school which was due 5 days ago. It's about yoga seen from the western anatomy standpoint as well as eastern subtle body. I should have graduated last week but had to delay. Guess why? Oh, the teenagers were up to something that made it hard for me to sleep, so I got a well needed extension to finish my last contemplative class this summer.

I wonder what my chakras were doing? And now what are they doing? With the ocean breeze (or fog) by my side, I will figure out my life story. This will result in happy chakras. Right now they are pre-yoga, post-coffee, which is not a good thing. And, as I type I hear one of the teenagers alarms going off nonstop. I keep hoping that this person will wake up to shut it off. Apparently, I—the one above the ceiling, as the room is below me—am the only one to hear this incessant buzzing sound. Perhaps, this person is dreaming of the sound though.

That's it, I'm going to bang on the door! It was my son's alarm. He yelled out "I knooowwwww. I'm just lying dooowwwn." In other words, "I'm contemplating whether or not I should pull the I-just-threw-up card again." I just hope it's not in his bed.

And now to contemplate the different faces and moods on my coffee mug. This will be part of my yoga meditation in a half hour. I've decided against my new plan and will go to yoga early after all as I can already feel my blood boiling waiting for her to do her makeup forever and act sassy toward me. I'm better off texting from yoga class—a big "no no".