Sunday Funday

There’s just something about Sundays…

Peaceful, buoyant, and uplifting. Or at least that’s how my Sunday was today. Usually Sundays are filled with the dread of school, looming homework, or an ominous work week. Today was an aberration but hopefully not in the subsequent weeks. Yesterday I set an intention of Positivity for the day and that is just what happened. I went into the day with a specific mindset, cultivating that intent in every action, thought, and word of mine. I’m a believer in the process of “like attracts like” in our lives; a corresponding frequency results from how we think and feel. The Law of Attraction makes sense to me but that’s just me. We can all use a little more positivity in our lives, so why not try it?

My Sunday began as most do:

12:45AM- Being kicked out of my boyfriend’s party by the police due to a noise complaint. Are we 18 or 23? I think the Georgetown police thought the former. No big deal–I got to head home to sleep after an eight hour day of Yoga TT

7AM: Feeling like I should get up. Nope. Daylight savings 🙂 Time to catch up on some sleep debt

9AM: Refreshed and rejuvenated. Ready for my Sunday

10:15AM: Wonderful Rocket Yoga class. I go to this teacher often but today she had a certain gleam of happiness and spirit. Her music was on cue, her instructions were engaging, and her assists were purposeful. I also applied some techniques I learned the day prior

Our teacher training on Saturday was amazing, and sometimes instructions resonate and the slightest adjustments can completely alter a pose for you. By firmly pressing down my forefingers while in downdog, I released an immense amount of pressure from my wrists and shoulders. Downdog felt good again. And then hearing the instruction to place our hands three inches in front before launching into chaturanga was game changing for me

11:45AM: Peek next door to see if the running store carries my shoes. It’s been a year since my last pair. Bad Grace. They had my Asics in hot pink…yes please

12PM: Stroll through the Dupont farmer’s market, enjoying the cold temperatures, lively ambiance, and many familiar faces.

1PM: Juice up everything that lay fresh and idle in my fridge. Perfect way to use up produce before going out of town

2PM: Yoga TT. There are days when I can’t fathom sitting on the floor for eight hours, inside for my entire day. But what makes Sundays like these great are the days when I cannot wait to reconvene with my friends, discussing topics we are passionately united by. It’s the aura of learning that I really love–the structured curriculum, peers, studying, tests, and quest for knowledge. We can discuss a concept for the majority of the day’s training session, and I can still leave with unanswered questions, seeking a more lucid understanding like my teachers have. There’s an air of excitement and love when we convene each week–definitely the energy and people  I want to be surrounding myself with

4:45PM: Say goodbyes and plan to meet with some other yogis while in NYC next weekend

4:55PM: Whole Foods pitstop before my work trip Monday. Stockpile bars and trailmix. Learned the hard way a few weeks ago traveling for work at 5AM and not being able to break from my team for food until 4PM. Hungry, irritable Grace is not a sight to be seen. Crisis averted this week

5:15PM: Cram cold weather, business casual into carry-on and hope that I haven’t forgotten anything. Sad sight when 1/4 of my suitcase is filled with a hodgepodge of snacks

6PM: Wait for boyfriend to come over to visit

6:25PM: Continue waiting

6:55PM: Receive text that he’s leaving in three minutes

7:40PM: Receive another text that he’s on his way. Practice being a very patient girlfriend 🙂

9:50PM: Bedtime for early risers. 7AM flight. Zzzzzzzzzz

As Mother Teresa said, “We can do no great things, only small things with great love.” Beautiful thought. Small acts with ardent intent . We have no control over the universe but we do have authority over our thoughts and emotions. Our mindful intentions mean everything.

We have the ability to make all our Sunday great

Something Beautiful

The first beauty of the my Saturday has been a morning run along the National Mall. A year ago when I was doing my training runs, most of the Mall was under renovation, which made running alongside tractors and cement a very different experience. DC is now teeming with history, tourists, and Fall. What a beautiful morning to be resident in the District

Farmer’s Markets. Everywhere the eye can see. I love to stroll through them on the weekend–soaking up the season, community, and lively spirit exuding from each stall. There’s nothing like knowing who grows your food and the soil it comes from.

As I zip off to Yoga TT for the next eight hours and then proceed to throw on a Pocahontas costume for a Halloween party tonight, I will leave you will a beautiful thought…

“Life is a good teacher and a good friend. Things are always in transition, if we could only realize it. Nothing ever sums itself up in the way that we like to dream about. The off-center, in-between state is an ideal situation, a situation in which we don’t get caught and we can open our hearts and minds beyond limit. It’s a very tender, nonaggressive, open-ended state of affairs.
To stay with that shakiness—to stay with a broken heart, with a rumbling stomach, with the feeling of hopelessness and wanting to get revenge—that is the path of true awakening. Sticking with that uncertainty, getting the knack of relaxing in the midst of chaos, learning not to panic—this is the spiritual path. Getting the knack of catching ourselves, of gently and compassionately catching ourselves, is the path of the warrior. We catch ourselves one zillion times as once again, whether we like it or not, we harden into resentment, bitterness, righteous indignation—harden in any way, even into a sense of relief, a sense of inspiration.

Every day we could think about the aggression in the world, in New York, Los Angeles, Halifax, Taiwan, Beirut, Kuwait, Somalia, Iraq, everywhere. All over the world, everybody always strikes out at the enemy, and the pain escalates forever. Every day we could reflect on this and ask ourselves, “Am I going to add to the aggression in the world?” Every day, at the moment when things get edgy, we can just ask ourselves, ‘Am I going to practice peace, or am I going to war?'”

-Pema Chodron

What’s beautiful about your Saturday?