Did anyone else seem to notice how beautiful the sky was on Monday? It was one of those rainy days…but the kind that catches the eye’s attention. Maybe it was the fact that the sky reminded me vaguely of Giorgione’s The Tempest (o! take that renaissance art class!). But, honestly, something about the green leaves against that sky…I know my eyes were far from my books as I sat in the Science Building trying to read. It was the same sky from last Thursday.

Due to this draining semester, my spirits have been a bit down, so I have been starting my day with Rock Star. Not that kind of rock star, silly imaginary reader! I swore off musicians. These Kind:

It is unbelievably uplifiting, and nothing feels better than an amazing back bend. There is something significant about being able to change ones perspective (which is really the scariest part of it all) and simply being brave enough to flip over on one hand. I can work it into a bridge/wheel too, something I couldn’t do last semester. My ultimate goal of this semester is to work into King Pigeon. That pose is a beast, and I am getting there. I cannot wait.

So, why all the yoga talk? Well looks like I have decided, in my wonderfully instinctual (or perhaps impulsive) ways that I want to start working towards earning hours to be yoga instructor. Sorry, Mom and Dad! I am imagining that I will not have to give up anything else to do this, but it will allow me to work towards something that I love. I am going to have to consult with my professor! Maybe the rest of 2010 won’t be as shitty as the beginning of the year. I have yoga, art classes and a couple of serious independent studies to look forward to. Along with AACAP and SFN, which is in San Diego this year, I feel like I have a decent set of goals. Nothing too spectacular, but respectable. MAYYYBBBEE I can even find the self discipline to write this hypothetical thesis.

Someone did a good job tricking me this time around. My favorite was when my father, in an attempt to make me feel better says: I hope you learned your lesson. Musicians and artists are not stable and have no volumes (HA!, he was trying to say “values”). He also mentioned avoiding students, anyone under the age 27, and he couldn’t resist telling me to find a nice Greek boy. My conclusion?

Follow the path of least resistance (diffusion: bio lab #2). What is that? Right now, it is feeling the strongest I have ever felt, thanks to vinyasa yoga, and to see where this art thing is going. Ceramics is forcing me to practice what it means to be patient. I already know everything happens for a reason. We are all connected, and I have faith. Bring it on Life.

So what if my secret dream is to teach yoga in San Diego and to be covered in clay and paint for the rest of my life? Perhaps it doesn’t need to be as crazy as it sounds. I’ll have you know I plan to be around for a while. That leaves plenty of time to go back to the other things that once held my attention.

P.S. My scans came back clean. I am still supposed to get a carotid artery sonogram and figure out what is wrong with my blood work, but considering that my doctors had me walking around thinking I have MS or that something is going to burst in my brain, I’de rather relax and spend the time trying to save my grades.