I’m sure at this point, we’ve all heard about the “total solar eclipse of 2017” happening today. If you are on the ‘path of totality’ you’ll be able to see a total solar eclipse, where the moon will completely cover the sun. If you’re outside this path, (like me in New York) then you’ll be able to see a partial solar eclipse, where the moon will cover the sun partially. Apparently, the last time the contiguous U.S. saw a total eclipse was in 1979. There are glasses being sold for this celestial event because you never want to look directly at the sun.
All in all, I think this is just another miracle showing us all that there is magic in this world, and that there is a much bigger picture than just everyday mundane situations that occur. Whether you’ll be watching or not, I do think that we should be appreciative of this universe we get to call home, and be kinder to those we share it with. Let’s have a magical monday, and hopefully some solar magic will sprinkle down on all of us!
“Missing In Action” pretty much describes me lately. This Summer I have really been trying to focus on myself and spend lots of time decompressing with the people closest to me. One thing that I have taken on during my disappearance act this summer is meditation. Yes, you read that right. Meditation. If you would’ve mentioned meditating daily to me even two months ago, I would’ve had a minor internal anxiety attack. Just the thought of sitting still without a single thought in my mind other than my breathing for minutes on end used to send me into a panic. Mediating did not sound relaxing, it sounded like torture. So how on earth did I start with this mediating situation? Well, it started on my 25th birthday, when I started attending Bikram Yoga and Pilates classes. One might know what Bikram Yoga is, I of course, did not. Apparently it includes 108 degrees of heat and some obscene percentage of humidity…all while attempting yoga poses. After the first few classes and actually being able to choose mind over matter, I decided if I can get through this torture (which I actually really adore now…I know…I’m nuts), then I can surely get through a couple minutes of silence. Somehow the yoga inspired me to meditate. I guess when you start doing things that are beneficial to your health, it leads to wanting to do other beneficial things? Weird, I know. Anyway, mediating has been life changing. It really is all it’s cracked up to be. Your thoughts become things, so it is very important to be able to change your thoughts to positive ones. I know it’s more than difficult to be positive on some days when it is so much easier to just give way to the negative, but let me be your inspiration. If I can do it, anyone can! It has helped me to be much more positive and grateful, which in turns helps attract positivity into my life. I use guided meditation videos online that range from about ten minutes to hours at a time (longest meditation video I’ve done is 40 minutes, and I fell asleep…baby steps people). Please try it! I promise it will be ten minutes you won’t regret. It’s so hard to take a few minutes of calmness for yourself in the busy lives we all live, but I promise it will be worth it.
Don’t hate, meditate. (Did I just say that?)
Let me just start by saying I am so grateful to have lived another loving, happy, and healthy year. So many things have changed by either starting or ending this past year, but I do like to believe that everything is happening as it is supposed to. I have to say though, ever since I was a little girl, I had a picture in my mind about how things would be during certain landmark birthdays throughout my life. Sixteen would sweet, fresh, and fun. An exciting start to the ending years of high school. A time where I would have a later curfew time, a fresh new driver’s permit, and the promise of college not so far away. Eighteen was adulthood–at least legally. Going away for college and starting my life away from the home and comfort I had grown so accustomed to. Twenty-one was really adulthood–at least in vodka soda language. But twenty-five. Twenty-five is no longer early twenties. It’s no longer “just graduated college (even though I only did last year…when you switch colleges, it takes you longer for that Bachelors…that’s a story for another blog post). It’s no longer “I’m still trying to figure out what I want to do for the rest of my life.” I always thought that at twenty-five, I would have my life figured out, career set and started, and either be engaged or married. My life right now could not be farther from that. My life is definitely not “figured out” (is anyone’s really?). My career is not set or started (I love teaching little ones, but is going back to school and committing to another 2-3 years for my Master’s degree what I really want and what I was destined to do for the rest of my life?). And I am absolutely not engaged, or married, or anything even remotely close to that. I still wonder daily what I want to do for the rest of my life. And I still wonder if I’m falling behind in my imaginary schedule of what I had planned as a little girl. I’m not sure if this is something that every fresh twenty-five year old experiences. But when I start feeling way too overwhelmed with all of these major life questions, that little “everything is happening as it is supposed to” quote pops in my head. I’m twenty-five and probably going through that “quarter life crisis” everyone talks about, but when I think back to sixteen, or eighteen, or even twenty-one, I remember asking myself those same questions: “Am I where a ___ year old is supposed to be right now?” “Am I falling behind people my age?”
I have been one to always question, but I need to take it one day at a time. Experiences I am living now in this very moment are preparing me for what is to come. The only thing I can do is relax, follow my intuition, and have fun along the ride. Everything is happening as it is supposed to.
Here are some of my 25th birthday moments from this past weekend!