So many things going on lately that I don't want to/can't blog about. It's just too raw and personal and blogging about it, while I know it would be cathartic, is just too much. I'd feel too vulnerable. Perhaps you're wondering "too personal"...hello? This whole blog is personal. But it's different. I'm slowly finding my way but not for the whole wide world to see. I already feel like a circus freak show, no need to broadcast it. (Or perhaps that's what I'm doing anyway?....)

Still missing yoga like a 7th grader who yearns for the best friend she made in summer camp. Thinking about all the good times while twisting the 200 friendship bracelets we made around and around on my wrist. I'm close to returning...still waiting for the pain to subside in my damn back.

Still reading Eat Love Pray, which I swear to god I feel like it was fate that I'm reading. It has quickly made it's way to one of my all time favorites and I'm not even done with it. If I knew where the author lived I could see myself stalking her, wondering what she eats and how she dresses.

The sun has been shining the fast few days and I am finding myself jumping into rays of light that shine through the windows and putting my face to the sun in the car, eyes closed.

That's all for now.

To the person who peppers their conversations with talk of the Sudanese, I think you're wonderful and interesting and truly authentic. Keep up the good work.