date

Yesterday, I think rather inadvertently and unintentionally, I managed to score myself a date of sorts. Which upon greater reflection, I'm quite okay with.

In my head it was merely an invitation for coffee or a drink drink to continue some interesting conversations from a few weeks ago, which seemed to fall by the wayside due to the sheer ridiculous trajectory of your typical cottage bender. His response and our few email exchanges since, has made me realize that in this day and age and at my age, invitations for beverages between singles of the opposite sex generally have some gray shades well attached.

My last experience with the non-date date generally, turned into quite an interesting adventure, despite its failure to launch much beyond a few enjoyable evenings. Having learned a few more solid life lessons from that blip, I will ensure to review my notes before heading out to see what this whole thing is about.

delete

fuck i love that key.

yoga

Having recently embarked on a detox/cleanse to clean house on all that is rotten in the state of Denmark, I've been managing to haul my butt back to yoga class to help facilitate the process.

Whether it is the detox that is causing all sorts of haunting things to float to the surface, or the fact that I seem to be happy as a clam letting my addictions overpower me, I've discovered that yoga practice remains the one place I am safe from myself. It is the one space where I am fully in the moment, focused, grounded and engaged at the task (or pose) at hand.

It's rather enjoyable and a nice break from my currently reality.
Perhaps I need to become a yogi.

hmm.