I have been taking a little step away from climbing and spending my third eye mindset on yoga and a tending to a new gypsy warrior spiritual journey. I've getting my flexy stretch on usually about three times a week these days which has been fun considering they hold yoga classes during my lunch break at work. I've been picking up on the yogi lingo and even learned a new pose today known as the Lion. This could possibly be the most ridiculous pose... ever, period.
Don't get me wrong I'm certainly not about to give up all my worldly possessions and start wearing hemp clothing or anything like that but it is really nice to take a little break and not work so fucking hard at crimping the shit out of something and being soooo frustrated after falling on the same thing over and over again for most of the day.
So yoga is fun.. I dig it. And I think it helps with my mental disarray.
Speaking of mental disarray, I have been contemplating make a new step with my new found professional life. I'm thinking of actually leaving this beautiful little bubble and spreading my wings to another part of the country. In advertising people are constantly coming and going. The doors are ever evolving and it is extremely rare if not completely unheard of for an individual to stay at one agency for longer than a year. So I have been pitter-pondering on making the big leap to Los Angeles or Austin.
Austin
LAMany moons ago I had the idea that I would fit perfectly in California. I still think that I could make it work and I think that living in LA would certainly be a new venture in and of itself. The one thing that really draws me to the city of angels is being close to ocean.. maybe being able to surf on a somewhat consistent basis, being close to Bishop and being able to make many weekend trips to the beautiful buttermilks, and the big plus here would be that the company that I work for would pay for my moving expenses if I transfer to the office out there.. sooooo... that is that.
Option dos. Austin on the other hand may be a little more "me." I mean, I'm weird, I like abnormal things, I like roller derby and music and rock climbing and Austin has that. Also, many moons ago, I had the dream of buying an RV and high tailing it to Austin to pursue my dream of becoming a roller derby girl, all 118 lbs of me on roller skates and a helmet and a mouth guard and a bad ass nick name like Nikki-AnnihilateHer, Nikvicious, NikoTina Turner, or something sick like that. If you want to generate your own roller derby name just for fun check out this little website and fill in the blanks and have yourself a new little name to carry around with you while smashing bitches around in a rink:
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So Austin is another little place that I am considering making a nest. I'm going to mull this over for the next three months and make a few long weekend visits to both places and make a decision soon.
And than it is also my birthday. ugh. I hate my birthday. Every year without fail I cry. Yes, yes, I am so fucking cliche that I actually do cry on my birthday because I want to. I don't know what it is. Maybe its just part of being one year older that makes me weep, or the thought that I had envisioned myself in a different place in my life at a specific age? I don't know what it is but this year I'm striving to make it through dry eyed. I'm having a little gemini jamboree with 100 of my friends and acquaintances at a little happy hour gig at Aji and than bopping around all over the infamous Pearl Street aka my second home. It should be fun and I'm actually somewhat looking forward to being the big 2-9. One more year before I actually need to turn in the towel and be a real adult I guess. Weirdness..
