Happy Sunday, Dear Ones! I’m currently wearing sunglasses indoors because I
am a total badass can’t see my computer screen from the sunny window perch I fought for at my neighborhood cafe. To retreat to the depths of Intelligentsia now would be to admit defeat.
I’m stopping in today because I feel I need to confess something to all of you: sometimes I’m really, really boring. By choice. Or not. I know those of you who stop by Rosie Glow regularly have come to expect an ever-gurgling fount of positivity; repeated, percussive jolts of spirit-caffeine; and a lot of Girls gifs. I think/hope I can deliver most of the time. But occasionally, I’m a real pill. Occasionally — usually when I’m feeling super run down because I’ve been so busy LIVING LYFE — I get mopey. And weird. And in that instance, only one thing will fix me: a dark day.
I had planned to head to Wisconsin with the fam yesterday, but I didn’t. I woke up full of ambiguous DOOM and no amount of iced coffee with almond milk, liquid B-12 and vinyasas could cure me. Emma received a text along these lines:
“I cannot even manage to clean my house of squalor. I just keep alternating between listening to Taking Back Sunday and watching the L Word and intermittently pouting.”
Truth. Eventually I did clean my house of squalor (clutter turns to squalor real quick in a studio, let me tell you), but honestly, what I needed most yesterday wasn’t to get sh*t done, it was the antithesis of that. I needed to disengage. Once in a very blue moon, I need to completely turn off so that every other day, I’m turned on. Not turned on like that! I should probably be more careful about wording now that I know I have male readers… Turned on like fully present. Turned on, tuned in, and enthusiastic about what’s going on around me. Because enthusiasm is everything. Do you think my spin teacher told me I was her favorite student and gave me a sweat band that reads “Suck it, Cupcake!” because I’m an amazing athlete and never, ever, fall off my stationery bike? No! I’m uncoordinated and wimpy! But I received praise and a hilarious present because whenever said teacher asks the class how we’re doing, I scream “WOOOOO!” and I’m always bopping my head to her strange blend of dubstep and Lou Bega. Translation: I want to be engaged as often as possible, even for silly everyday stuff like spin class.
In yoga, we talk about checking in — arriving. We sit on our mats, breathe deeply and assess what hurts and what doesn’t. Now that I’m a grown-ass woman, I know that in order to fully arrive at every situation the universe hurls my way, I need to constantly question what hurts. I need to know my needs, and I need to answer them.
All this to say, after a day of doing nothing, I’m feeling like myself again. And I still freaking love Taking Back Sunday.
Do you ever need to reboot? What are your methods, and are they as embarrassing as mine? Sometimes I listen to Dashboard Confessional instead of Taking Back Sunday…