Life is Crazy

I started to write this blog a few weeks ago but then lost track of it. I opened it back-up today and didn’t like it. So I deleted everything I wrote, except for the title, and started over. I’ll warn you upfront that this is a little heavier than previous posts.

Life is Crazy = Life has an odd way of working out even if you don’t understand it. It has a weird way of taking what YOU think is going to happen, shaking it up and laying it all out. It messes with planned timelines; delaying and accelerating. It changes attitudes and priorities. The question of “where do you see yourself in 5 years” now makes me giggle because I’m not where I thought I would be and I can’t even start to think of where I’ll be in another five. Life is just crazy like that. You really never know, you can’t plan, but you can keep an open mind, a smile and look forward.

Life is Crazy - A few examples in my own life:

I got married at 25. I never thought I would get married that young but life is crazy like that. Life threw this smart, handsome, tall, goofy guy at me one night and I never looked back. And I was the type that ALWAYS looked back. He constantly makes me laugh and I manage to keep him on his toes… We will be celebrating our two-year wedding anniversary this December. Life is crazy.

I’m a yogi. Five years ago I was 22. I was in my senior year of college and was coasting through until graduation. I didn’t know anything about Sanskrit or asanas. I knew what specials were at which bars and where to find parking on campus when I woke-up late for a 10:00 class. I went to the gym and went through the motions. I wore baggy shorts from my high school basketball days. Now I crave my sweaty yoga mat and the natural high you get after a two-hour practice. I love wearing tight pants and tank-tops so I can see my alignment in the mirror in-front of me. I love breathing slowly and loudly. I tell other people to breathe loudly and slowly. I teach pregnant women how to hold a posture and breathe through-it so they are better prepared for labor. I’m jealous of people who can meditate because I can’t yet. Life is crazy.

I’m pregnant. About a month after my 28^th birthday I will be bringing another person into this world. I will have created someone. Not something… someone. I will be starting someone else’s crazy life and hopefully not making it any crazier than it’s already going to be. I will, for the rest of my life, watch over this person. Watch him develop a personality all his own. Watch him grow. Watch him learn and laugh. Watch him fall in love and get his heart broken. Watch him succeed and fail. Watch him become whatever he wants to become. Watch him change his mind and become something else. Watch him navigate through this crazy life. I will be a mom.

Life is really crazy.