Drumroll…well actually it’s not that dramatic.
Transitions imply slow and steady, even if it tis the season for rather dramatic metamorphosis…the whole life, death, to new life again message of Easter has got to be the ultimate reminder that change is inevitable (and even when it is quick it is seldom painless).
This rather slack blogger is going to be transitioning this still small and rather unloved blog, just as she’s transitioning her life.
She (that would be me) is now a yoga teacher. Well duh, I hear you sigh if you read me regularly.
But I finally feel like an official yoga teacher, now that I have four weekly classes (on the permanent schedule, hoping I’m not jinxing myself).
Four is as many regular classes as this slack blogger can cope with, without becoming even slacker and giving up on rather necessary things like working four days a week and parenting – and sadly, without getting a cleaner.
Transitioning peeps (well not away from parenting or wifing) but slowly away from work. (Right now yoga teaching is paying off a brand new car – having retired my 16 year old version, but I’m going in hard for a cleaner too)!
Teaching yoga, writing and helping people reYINvent their lives with yoga, meditation and more. That’s what I’m up for. At least I think so.
(See that’s me in my own meme – thinking deep and maybe motivating you to think deeply too, or possibly to throw up).
So while I’ll still be yinyangmother, I’ll be moving house to yinyangliving (not any time too soon, slow transitioning peeps). And if I ever was any real kind of mummy blogger, I’m pretty much giving up that mantle (although it is still acceptable to throw in cute/charming/talented kid pics isn’t it)?
I can’t find the easy laughs in parenting like Emily and Zilla (or when I find them I can’t find the good humour or sophisticated sarcasm to write about them), nor can I find the lovely lightness in parenting pearlers quite like Renee. I definitely can’t find the quirky fairy-tale sense of delight like Jess (who else could)?
I don’t have such an appetite for adventure as Aleney (as much as it always looks so yummy), nor do I find the time to read and reflect with literary metaphor like Lara and Deb. I may be a staunch feminist, but I don’t find the energy for activism that Amy has.
I can’t bring myself to go back to the days of nappies and sleepless nights, as much as I missed out on so many of those days in adopting our kids at 12 and 9 months old. Maybe that’s why I simply hold the memories precious (or foggy as the case may be) and don’t want to revisit those early parenting trenches in my writing. I remember they kind of stank (pooey nappies and all)!
And let’s face it, I’m middle-aged. I have an almost teenager. I’m mired in the midst of mid-life reYINvention. And I want to share my secrets, for what they are worth. The secrets that I may or may not have to finding more balance and more better (as Little Yang still says, even though I’m always correcting him).
I need balance to be better, and more YIN to find my flow – maybe you do too. That’s the secret sauce I plan on spreading through the interwebs.
Meantime here’s an Easter montage of memories (poor Mr Yang worked most of the time so it was quiet for us).
I didn’t take any Good Friday photos, since I quite possibly turned it into a bad Friday by cleaning out the office (think chucking out shit from as long ago as 2006) and braving Little Yang’s room (I’m not going to make you go there). I did mention I’m gunning for a cleaner.
I didn’t take any photos of Saturday arvo drinks on the deck with a dear friend who at one time I used to see almost every week, and now we’ve gone a whole school term with only one proper catch-up (why does life have to transition like that)?
I snapped a few pics of a rather overcast patch of Easter Sunday at Burleigh (beautiful still) – beautiful brunch (after church), beach, browsing the shops and beautiful trees. One thing that isn’t going to change anytime ever is my healthy obsession for trees. The whole growth thing just really attracts me.
So Happy Easter – here’s to new life, transitioning and soon a new school term – and surviving the school holidays first. Linking with the lovely Jess for IBOT. What transitions are you making or are you content the way you are (which you know is the place of acceptance to start changing from)?