Listening to: Such Great Heights by The Postal Service

The long awaited Yoga Teacher Training Course started yesterday!

I would like to start this post by reminding anyone who cares that I have commitment issues. Not in the general sense that I cannot commit to things, although sometimes it starts off that way. I put things off for a long time and then all at once I will commit myself to everything. In retrospect, I wish I started taking Japanese lessons earlier, as well as signing up for the sports massage, and the acupuncture.  To a person that does not inhabit this island, it may not seem like I am taking a lot on but getting anywhere on this island is a major undertaking. Especially when you are me. I have direction malfunction-itis. I go somewhere one or two times and then get amnesia. First of all the traffic here is horrific at times. It can take 25 minutes just to turn around, this means getting lost can turn into an all day event.

For example, when I went to get acupuncture with Clarence two weeks ago it was super easy and I paid attention. Then I tried to go by myself a week later and ended up being 15 minutes late, I drove right past it. Then I was lost for an hour and ten minutes on the way home. Clarence actually came to get me on the side of the road about three miles from our house. Fail.

Sometimes I crack up and think, poor Clarence; he is definitely patient about me getting lost all over this island.   A week before my yoga course started Clarence took me on his street bike to show me how to get to the Karate Dojo. Very simple: Five lights from a familiar military base turn left, go through one light and see the Dojo on your right at the next light. Simple right?

I left fifteen minutes early, feeling confident that I wouldn’t have to bother Clarence at all. I totally had this one. I drove past it three times. The reason I didn’t recognize the building is because all the metal shutters covering the windows on the Dojo were down. I called Clarence to tell him that the Dojo evaporated. I swore up and down I followed the directions but it simply was not there.

Clarence: PULL OVER. I’ll be right there.

I called the teacher just before I called Clarence but she didn’t answer. So while I was sitting on the side of the road she called me back. She asked me what kind of car I was driving and then she said “I see you, look up to your right” she was leaning out of the window on the second floor of the Karate Dojo.

Really? How could I be so lame? I tried to call Clarence back, but he was already in hot pursuit on his street bike.  I parked down the street and as I got inside the Dojo I got a phone call from Clarence … “WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU?” (hee hee hee)

Listening to: Such Great Heights by The Postal Service

The long awaited Yoga Teacher Training Course started yesterday!

I would like to start this post by reminding anyone who cares that I have commitment issues. Not in the general sense that I cannot commit to things, although sometimes it starts off that way. I put things off for a long time and then all at once I will commit myself to everything. In retrospect, I wish I started taking Japanese lessons earlier, as well as signing up for the sports massage, and the acupuncture. To a person that does not inhabit this island, it may not seem like I am taking a lot on but getting anywhere on this island is a major undertaking. Especially when you are me. I have direction malfunction-itis. I go somewhere one or two times and then get amnesia. First of all the traffic here is horrific at times. It can take 25 minutes just to turn around, this means getting lost can turn into an all day event.

For example, when I went to get acupuncture with Clarence two weeks ago it was super easy and I paid attention. Then I tried to go by myself a week later and ended up being 15 minutes late, I drove right past it. Then I was lost for an hour and ten minutes on the way home. Clarence actually came to get me on the side of the road about three miles from our house. Fail.

Sometimes I crack up and think, poor Clarence; he is definitely patient about me getting lost all over this island. A week before my yoga course started Clarence took me on his street bike to show me how to get to the Karate Dojo. Very simple: Five lights from a familiar military base turn left, go through one light and see the Dojo on your right at the next light. Simple right?

I left fifteen minutes early, feeling confident that I wouldn’t have to bother Clarence at all. I totally had this one. I drove past it three times. The reason I didn’t recognize the building is because all the metal shutters covering the windows on the Dojo were down. I called Clarence to tell him that the Dojo evaporated. I swore up and down I followed the directions but it simply was not there.

Clarence: PULL OVER. I’ll be right there.

I called the teacher just before I called Clarence but she didn’t answer. So while I was sitting on the side of the road she called me back. She asked me what kind of car I was driving and then she said “I see you, look up to your right” she was leaning out of the window on the second floor of the Karate Dojo.

Really? How could I be so lame? I tried to call Clarence back, but he was already in hot pursuit on his street bike. I parked down the street and as I got inside the Dojo I got a phone call from Clarence … “WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU?” (hee hee hee)

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