20/20 vision, yet sometimes it feels as if i spent my day in a blindfold.

as i fall asleep and recount the past ups and downs {mostly ups}, i can only vaguely recollect various moments, it’s a skim and scan at best.

a veil of vaseline, smudges over details, conversations, occasions of grandeur, and bits of wild.

this makes me sad.

i want sparkling, clear, crystal memories; an evian water retrospection of my day.

breathing full life into my present moments, i’m terrific in the now and here, but forgetaboutit at the closing bell….

i was chatting with a sage friend about my predicament, hoping for a tonic of wisdom to imbibe, and flood my cells with intuition and sense……instead she said i was just getting old.

so tell me m’loves….is this happening to you too. are your memories razor-sharp or are they more monet, impressionistic like: pretty, blurry, nice to recall, but don’t put you on the witness stand…..

yesterday i spent a solid, sixty, mind-bending, thumb-spraining seconds attempting to open my garage door with my ipod.

i could feel my smug prius, in all her wannabe eco-friendliness, snigger at me as we silently rolled into the dark garage; me having finally deciphered the difference between a sleek, 1/8th of an inch, 40,0000 song capacity, portable, apple media player, and a clunky, dinosaur age, pep boys’ finest, garage door opener currently held together with two rubber bands, scotch tape and prayer.

somebody needs a nap.

my weeks are ramping up with new classes and clients. i’m grateful to be working so much. each day, each hour brings a laugh, a shimmy of the hips, and sometimes even tears of such thankfulness, wild horses couldn’t hold them in; my apologies to monday’s yoga crew, that savasana speech sometimes just brings out the sally field in me.

but with all the go, giddy up and impromptu dance parties comes a mess of frazzled, hot katie……cut to scene of me screaming obscenities at my garage door, neighbors calling the police.

i must find more down time.

unplugged. detached. unthinking.

tell me m’loves, what are your favorite ways to unwind?

i advise you to say your dream is possible and then overcome all inconveniences, ignore all the hassles and take a running leap through the hoop, even if it is in flames~ les brown

quick!

what was your gut image to the above quote?

what puts fire in your belly when you think of ultimate dreams come true, inner passions and goals achieved?

try holding on to your snapshot of  living, breathing, owning the life having taken your leap. leave road blocks and obstacles out of your vision.

are your leaps specific? are they career choices? family oriented? romance related?

can you think of past leaps, ambitions or goals you wanted so badly you actually did hop through hoops of fire, and now they just seem how-hum, not nearly as pined for as they once were?

i have leaping on my brain…..

monday happy to you m’loves.