what makes you happy?

I just deleted a pretty depressing summary of my last 6 months including broken bodies and broken hearts but I've decided that there is no use in going over any of it again and that my eyes need to be fixed forward not peering into the past.

Hopefully I can make 2012 more memorable in a positive way.

Everyone likes pictures:

lots of yoga. lots and lots and lots of yoga. and reading.
someone mentioned that all my blogs are sad and they missed the days of happy photo blogs and i felt bad so here is a glimpse into my last 2 months...
friends, pets, food, pretty places...

b


post yoga mai thai


b and blender tether team


icing my poor knees


ocean beach


my sister


yoga


coconut massacre


over indulgence


bike rides to beautiful places


slobs - b, icky and matt damon


ingredients


hank and cheya


riding in vans with boys


post shoot


impromptu thanksgiving


crochet


girls in hot tubs


ope


cold mornings


colder nights


picnic in the woods


hair! finally!

skipping town shortly.

on a break... broken up.
i wish i was 18 again and had the sense i do now.
blerg.
i just spent my day marathon watching the hills. ugh.

all sad songs.

My body is starting to feel better. My back still feels like it's being crushed when I breathe in too much. (read: before I sneeze) I started riding my bike again which is brilliant for my emotional state. I'm a little overwhelmed with the difficulties that come with paying off ambulance, hospital and insurance bills to the tune of $7000+... That's just as painful as busted knees and a crushed back. And this is WITH health and car insurance. Blerg.

On a more positive note my studies double as a spiritual journey. I'm studying the foundations of yoga. So far it's a lot of history and philosophy. Part of me is overwhelmed and the other knows that I was meant to study this. I love it a lot. It requires a lot of self-motivation. Not a lot of people to discuss it with.

I'm floating further and further away from the Bay Area party party party scene and deep into my own world filled with books, nature, wonder and self-love. My yoga teacher turned healer, energy worker and trauma massage life-saver has helped me so much. I'm about to start studying energy work under her. I'm very lucky to have met her when I did.

I think I have ulcers from stress. Dumb.

I have some deep seeded negative emotions for school work. I know what it's from but it's still crazy to see myself react this way. I love what I'm studying but I'll do the dishes, mop the kitchen floor, play with the cats, remake the bed, make lunches for the whole week and pluck my eyebrows before cracking open a school book. I really need to break this awful habit.
Any tips?

Somehow they think I'm the strong one.
I caught my knee on the coffee table. It was the last part of my bad knee that hurt still. I think it hurt so bad it made me fall to the floor and cry. Sadder tears than you get from a busted knee showed up. I'm not even sure where the tears came from.
The cat jumped through the window. I guess he thinks he knows what sobs mean.
They should think me the sensitive one.
My knee is still red, downgraded from last week's purple.
Weird things hurt and weird things run through my head in movie format.
Maybe I did hit my head in the accident. Who would know?