procrastinator extraordinaire
Cedric DiggoryYou love the clean-cut, all around good boy. He
always does the right thing and makes your time
together romantic and special. He's a dream
come true, and handsome to boot!
it figures that I would like the pretty boy...that's dead.
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no pain, no rogain
Last month, I made a new friend who's turned a shade of true blue because his girlfriend broke up with him. I've consoled him a few times, and I've realised that my underlying advice resembles remarkably like, " you need to get over this." Now, having said that, it seems pretty hypocritical of me because for many years, I had very high qualifications to teach a class on "how to never get over things no matter how many times her friends tell her that it has become the inner workings of her overly neurotic brain." (Honours) I reached a moment in my practice ( yes, yoga again) where I plateaued in all of my postures, and not only that, I wasn't able to do some postures that my body had become so familiar with. I was told that I needed to apply a practice of detachment. Postures that I am comfortable with will feel unfamiliar and instead of trying to regain those back, you move on and embrace new postures, and focus on another part of your practice until eventually, the unfamiliar ones will come back. This is a continuing cycle in yoga, and I realise that this transcends to our experiment of life.
