I thought it seemed a little cool when I was walking home, and I just checked the temperature and it is only 59 degrees. Apparently, this is summer in Portland. People say it doesn't really get hot until late July. Not that I'm really complaining. It's still nice enough for a t-shirt and sandals, but for the most part shorts and summery dresses are a no-go right now. I really enjoy fall weather because I love wearing scarves, and that's what this weather kind of reminds me of. This morning on the way to the gym I wore a light weight jacket, and I wore a short sleeved dusty lavender colored top with a creme colored scarf to work today. Of course I took the scarf off to work. But I am definitely a fan of scarves, even with t-shirts or tank tops. Not a big fleecy one, obviously. But Gap has all these cute light weight ones in bright colors that are great for this time of year. I love that store.
I was supposed to get off work today at 6:30, but I was asked to stay until 8:00. I gladly accepted the extended shift. I could always use the extra money! Keith works until 10:30 and we are supposed to be doing something tonight. It won't involve drinking since we wasted an entire Sunday last week being hung over, and it won't involve spending money. I suggested a walk in the park. But we will probably end up lounging around and watching some of our Netflix. I bought him the most amazingly soft and comfy lounge pants from the Gap, they were $6! And he loves them! They are solid navy. He said he liked them because they were so plain and simple. Good thing I didn't get him the nautical-themed ones then! I love nautical-themed clothing these days. It's a pretty new development, but I am really into it right now. I bought this white and navy striped lace cami that I am currently putting under EVERYTHING and I love it! It, too, was so cheap.
I used to only wear black, white or grey. Since becoming employed by the Gap, I am finding that I love wearing colors! My wardrobe is not so simple anymore. Coordinating outfits is super fun! This makes me wonder why I didn't get a retail job sooner! If I could get a discount at any store in the mall, it would definitely be Gap. I love love love it. And I get things for sooo cheap! And because I am super friendly and chipper all the time, I get a decent amount of hours. In fact, yesterday I was trying to get my Tuesday night shift covered because I picked up a class at Murray Scholls, and I asked this guy if he could do it, and he asked the manager and she pulled me aside and said, "You can't just ask anyone to work for you. You have to go through one of us. He can't work for you because he is on a different level than you. You are awesome and he barely works." I was bummed to have to give up the shift, but luckily I was able to switch it out for another one. Yay! This week I was supposed to only work 9 hours, and I more than doubled it. I'd say I nearly tripled the amount of hours I was supposed to work. That's great.
So about Ron Jeremy. He did come in yesterday, but I was not there to see his filthy ass. I came in right after he left apparently. Zane got his autograph! Then she said he asked her for a hug and she reluctantly agreed! She is so funny. The timing was pretty funny because Keith and I just watched his documentary about a month ago. I wonder what he was doing in Portland?
Keith and I both have the day off tomorrow! I am not sure what we will do. We need a couple things from Target, and we are going to the gym for sure. We like going to the gym together. Even though we don't work out together, it's still fun.
It feels so weird having all our laundry done. I truly don't have anything to do! I guess I could do the dishes but that's Keith's designated chore and I really don't want to do it. Maybe I'll be nice and take care of it. But I hate doing it so much because he cooks eggs and leaves the pan in the sink and it makes me want to vomit.
This morning I had another one of those, "Holy crap I live in Oregon moments." Nothing in particular triggers moments like these, but sometimes they just happen. It is so weird to me that I actually packed up all my stuff and moved to Oregon, 3,000 miles away from everyone and everything I knew. What a bold move I made! Certain people told me I would never move to the west coast. Once someone tells me I can't or won't do something, I'm all about it. I remember my dad getting his first tattoo and I told him I wanted cherries on my foot. He said I would look silly walking around with half a tattoo because I wouldn't be able to handle the pain. I said, "ok daddy, I'll show you." I turned 18 and almost immediately got a tattoo on my foot. Not cherries, I got stars instead. But I remember showing it to him and being like, "I told you I could do it." I don't know why he thought he could handle it and I wouldn't be able to. I am JUST as much as a bad ass as he is. If he thinks I'm not he is crazy.
I know something I will do tomorrow! I will go take a class at Yoga Pearl! Power Vinyasa. Their power vinyasa class is heated to 95 degrees and is an hour and a half long. I paid $20 for two weeks of unlimited yoga there and my goal is to make it to 10 classes, so I am only paying $2 per class. I got the pass on Thursday and have so far taken two classes. I didn't go to power vinyasa this morning because I didn't drink enough water yesterday. But Thursday I took a yin class which nearly put me to sleep, and I don't really mean in a good way. And yesterday I took a hatha class that bored me half to death. The teacher talked A LOT. A good portion of the class was spent listening to her talk, not even in a pose or anything. She was just talking about awareness. It was more of a workshop-style. That's not what I wanted. I need movement or I get terribly bored! I know I should be able to go inside my mind and turn it off, but it's hard. Plus, a lot of the reason I take other classes are to get ideas for my own classes. I didn't get any ideas for my class from either of the ones I took at Yoga Pearl. In fact, so far I feel like Yoga Pearl is nothing more than a Lululemon fashion show. Everyone in there was wearing it! I felt like a bit of a conformist because I had on Lululemon wonder tights. Or leggings as most people call them. But not lululemon, they have to call them something different. A top from there is about $60, and pants are around $100, maybe a little more or a little less depending on the style. I mean that is ridiculous. A real yogi doesn't need that shit if you ask me. I also was expecting physical adjustments out the wa-zoo and didn't get one in either class. With that being said, they have a 500 hour teacher training program that I would possibly consider doing. I am very interested in adding on to my 200 hours of training and taking it to the next level. I just have to find the funding first. The teacher I had yesterday said, "You know, all of us yoga teachers always joke because they say you are either registered at the 200 hour level or the 500 hour level, but we all take every single work shop there is so we have way much more than that!" And I was thinking, well good for you lady. I'm so glad you can afford to do that. Not all of us have that luxury! If I could afford it, I would dedicate my entire life to teaching and practicing yoga! I would take every workshop I could get my hands on! But unfortunately I live in the real world where bills are very much existent. I saw on her bio that she had been teaching since I was born practically, so I guess she has had many opportunities to take workshops and build her resume. Sometimes I feel like maybe I am a bit hard on myself. I want to go for my 500 hours right now, but I just can't. I have noticed on some of these teacher bios that they don't even discover yoga until they are 23, and I became RYT-200 at 23. I just have to be patient. I would love to work at a studio, and I would love even more to own one, but that will come with time if it is what I am supposed to do. All I can do is keep on keeping on and things will work themselves out. Whenever I get impatient, I close my eyes and tell myself that. And I believe it.
I look at my life now and where I am, and I can't help but think to myself, "If someone had told me a year and a half ago that I would be living in Portland with Keith and teaching yoga at the 200 hour level, there's no way I would believe it." I mean it, this is the last place I thought I would be! But I am so happy to be here in this place. And I don't just mean in Portland, I mean in general. It's quite fascinating to know that you really never know where the wind will take you, if you let it. Who knows? I could be living in San Diego this time next year. Things just may work out that way. Or I could end up living here in Portland for the next 10 years, and I would be okay with that! I feel settled, secure and at home here, but not stuck. It's never a good thing to feel stuck. I felt stuck in Richmond. That doesn't mean I will never live there again, but I have things to do and things to take care of before I could ever consider living there again. I don't know exactly what those things may be, but I know if I were to go back right now, or in a few months or even in a year, I would feel trapped again. I remember all I used to want was a job in an office Monday through Friday, and I finally got one and I couldn't have felt more like a prisoner. Don't get me wrong, I loved my job. I was so grateful for it. And I truly loved some of my coworkers, I met the best people there. But I had become one of "those people"! The typical American who lives for the weekend and works 9-5 and has a set-in-stone schedule. I wouldn't be opposed to another office job in the future, but for right now I am enjoying the flexibility that working at Gap and teaching yoga affords me. When I teach yoga, I am pretty much working for myself. I pick up whatever classes I want, I don't pick up the ones I don't want. I have a boss but I never see her. I don't have a set class format, I basically just do what I want. It's nice.
I wish I could know who reads my blogs. One time I got a comment from a totally random person and I was like, why would someone who doesn't even know me read my blog, much less comment on it? But whatev.
I haven't talked to my brother, my sister-in-law, or the boys recently. It's been quite a while actually.
I think I am tired of blogging now. This is an abnormally long one. Maybe I will write more tomorrow!
xoxo,
t
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