these are the moments...

from October to January there are a LOT of celebrations. It starts with the huz's birthday, occasionally there is an Autumnal wedding, other people's fall birthdays, and then the usual holidays: Halloween, and Thanksgiving. December has even more birthdays, and then we tumble into the deep winter holidays: Solstice, Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza, New Years. Finally January rolls around with the Epiphany, and the Capricorn birthdays including my own.   Sometimes in all that there are simple little unexpected gatherings, like a lunch mid week with a few friends...

a birthday toast

 Thanksgiving

impromptu lunch

lighting a winter night

This is the third season we've been in Pittsburgh. Each year a little different, and a little same. Each celebration another memory shared. 

rumble....

When I worked in Pioneer Square we actually mistook the earthquake for a large rumbling truck going south on the viaduct (which is in the process of coming down).

Now I always think of that sound when I think I hear thunder; but then remember that they are FIREWORK CRAZY here! and I can't quite figure out where it is coming from. It echos off the river banks and valleys. 

when it rains....

...well yes, sometimes it pours. Either way I am not fond of using an umbrella / bumbershoot / brolly (whatever you want to call it). I prefer my rain slicker / jacket / poncho (whatever you want to call it).

Because my rain slicker keeps me dry and doesn't poke you in the eye. 

Because my rain slicker keeps me dry and doesn't need to be adjusted to let you go by.

Because my rain slicker repels the rain and doesn't require a hallway drain. 

Because umbrellas in abundance hog the sidewalk/crosswalk and are a nuisance. 

Obviously this is not a practice I've adapted, this is one area of life I will award the NW a point. 

walking the walk or holding the pose as my yoga teacher might say

I had started writing my last post about 1/2 way in to the challenge, but had been suggesting that the commitment part of it really was the problem prior to even signing up. Well lo and behold after posting and than discussing said post with friends I realized two other "excuses" I tend to use when taking on any sort of commitment.

marking my final class! 

The first is self-discipline. I came of age during the height of slacker-dom; and admittedly I revel in doing nothing. When I do do something I don't want to do it because I have to do it, I want to do it because I want to do it. And doing the challenge (even though I wanted to do it) was really someone/something else saying, "You've signed up to do it, so you really must do it." Same with school - yes I want to go to school for me, but at the same time I will have paid monies and will have requirements put on me by an external source and that is what stops me from signing up. Can you also see that maybe I have a slight aversion to being told what to do, even by myself?!?!

First Day of the Challenge / Last Day of the challenge 

with my friend, Maria G-Yoga Face! 

The second thing, (ok, I guess the aversion to authority might be #2) is camaraderie. Despite being an only child I like to "do stuff" with other people (except for hanging out by myself, which I also like to do a lot). What I really enjoyed, and hadn't necessarily expected (despite signing up because my friend said I should) about the challenge was the connections I was making with other challengers, I even had some early morning car pools going. It just helped to know you weren't at it alone in feeling like "ugh, I barely pulled myself out of bed, but here I am". Even a few of the teachers were doing the challenge, so you felt like they had compassion for your struggles. I even met fellow a fellow blogger, who blogged about the challenge, and had another friend write about her take on it. So we were in it together.

My friend Sara (who contributed to the YH newsletter) & I, 

photo taken by my new friend Kate, aka Yinzperation. 

At the end of my last post I asked these questions:

Am I looking forward to the whole thing being over with? Does it mean I have rid myself of my phobia? 

I really am glad it is over. Although after taking a break for a few days I definitely missed being in the studio at 6:15 AM with my fellow challengers, so I was super happy to see a few of them there when I arrived four days after it was over.
I am still averse to commitment and discipline of any kind, but I think I am less averse. 
SOOOO... what where does this leave me?
I CAN do something when I put my mind to it, I CAN have self discipline; and I really like my friends to be doing stuff that requires self discipline with me.
Will I do the 29 day challenge in February 2012? I don't know yet, but I was chatting with a friend, and she said she is interested. So I may get talked into proving once again what I am capable of. We'll see.

We were ready, we were set, 22 of us were fully committed. 

the challenge of commitment

It's been awhile since I posted... mostly because there hasn't been much worth posting about, and then for the month of October I've taken on some projects that are all consuming. 

I signed up to do a 30 day Yoga Challenge at my one and only studio. I had known about the challenge for some time and waited until the very last second before agreeing to do it. My main issue - committing. 

When people think commitment-phobe it typically relates to relationships, but honest to gawd it applies to so many things for me. If I can't move to a new house, I rearrange. I flip flop on dinner choices. I've been known to change clothes more then once in a day. The school issue remains because it means committing resources (time, money, my self). I even tried to hold off getting married after getting engaged, but the fiance/now huz told me I might as well give back the ring. The one thing I haven't had a choice about committing to is parenting , and boy have I commited to that. Poor kid  might say she needs to be committed because I was so hard core into it. 

So here I am 20 days in to this challenge of commitment and I am proud to say I am on task. I've cheated a bit by skipping Fridays and doubling up on Saturdays, but still I've essentially done yoga for 20 days straight. Am I looking forward to the whole thing being over with? You better believe it. Does it mean I have rid myself of my phobia? No, not really; but gosh durn it if it doesn't explain a lot about choices I've made in the past and might even make me think harder about choices I make in the future.