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Day One Hundred Forty-Eight: Little Rusty Yogi

That’s me!  The little, very unused to all this stretching, yogi. I am so happy to be back in the swing of things that I intend to get into a solid routine next week!  I know it sounds like I’ve been putting it off for forever, but this is for real now, this is the final countdown to an actual, real life routine.  No more procrastinating, no more rebelling against it.  Next week I am getting up early BEFORE work, doing yoga, and doing more after work, and keeping up with schoolwork and going out and having fun, and rock climbing eventually and reading.  Oh, I need to get this book done, I am hoping to do that this week.  Only have a month left to read three more books!  Can I do it?

Routines are important to me, I think it has something to do about the predictability.  I don’t like it when I expect something to go one way and it either is terribly different or never happens at all.  It’s a curse rather than what some might call “preparation,” because it gives me false expectations and hopes that eventually disappoint me.  I wish I never thoughts about things at all.  What an odd, mundane wish that is, to never think.

I actually wouldn’t like that because thinking is just one of those things that gets me.  Organization, understanding, analysis contributions everything that thought comes with is just so necessary to common conversation.  The other day my sister and I were trying to define “wit” to our brother, and it was really hard.  He has wit, and he can use it properly and it means that despite his teacher’s disbelief for his comprehension skills it means that he is in fact soaking up some of the education that’s thrust at him…  I am however going to avoid the flaws of the education system for the time being.

Thinking, in all of its glory, is sexy, Irene Adler got that right.  Thinking is important, and vital, and it really defines the kind of world we live in.  As a society do we stand for leaders who have any accusation about smoking crack?  Do we sit back and let other governments take over and massacre their people?  Apparently, because somehow in the last fifty years people have stopped speaking and standing out and up and began cosying up to the cattle infront of them.

This became political and scary very fast.

All I’m trying to say is..well, not say, provoke.  I am trying to provoke thought.  That’s what a blog is, isn’t it?  I write what I’m thinking so that you, the reader, the presumed interested, thinks and we cause a reaction, a dialogue, that in turn contributes to the overarching thought process of our world.  This all began with routines and ended with a philosophical argument about universal thought.  I’m so proud of my thought progression, and that reference was intended.

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