I've been absent. We had a hurricane and Halloween and we instituted No Screen Sundays (which may be the best thing we've ever done) and then we had a very non-traditional Thanksgiving, due to our very non-traditional food preferences and then I went to learn writing with Elizabeth Berg. It's been a wild few months and I have a lot to talk to you about. Later.
Because right now, of course, I want to talk about something completely different.
(Please try to keep your complete and utter shock to yourselves.)
You know how I wrote once about needing some sort of update for my psyche?
I loved all of the photos.
Except, here's the thing: I don't recognize myself. I mean, at ALL.
Like, look at this picture:
Because I have no idea who that woman is. (Except for the lipstick on her teeth--that's pretty much like me when I remember to wear lipstick.)
And it's not just that I have make-up on and earrings. It's that the person I see in these pictures bears no resemblance at all to the person I have in my head.
For example, I've been trying this new (to me) yoga pose called Full Kapotasana. I was in class one day when my friend Gary brought his teenaged daughter and she did it and so I tried it, too. (See, that right there should be a clue that my self-image is not constrained by reality.)
When I got home, I tried it and had my older daughter Katherine take a picture of me.
Which was kind of a shock, because in my head, I felt like I was doing THIS:
See how it gets tricky? If I had known what I really looked like, would I have felt so good about my own effort? If I had known I looked so...MATRONLY, would I have bought these shoes?
But would I have signed up for yoga teacher training with Sri Dharma Mittra in New York City in February?
Because I did that. I really did.
And, actually, I did it even after I'd seen the pictures.
(More on that if they accept my application.)