2011 is almost over…And what a year it was! Filled with new beginning, ending, growing, reconnecting, loving, learning, moving, new friends, old friends, family, tears, laughs, and more! I could go on forever but I honestly don’t have much time in my hand as I need to get dress and pack a little for our drive to Maine right after I will get out of work at 7pm! Last night we finally met Amanda’s parents who of course are pretty awesome! We had a lot of haaaaa moments watching them as we could clearly understand now where Amanda got her incredible sense of humor (her dad…hilarious) and her culinary expertise (her mom,which is also beautiful latino woman). We laughed so much, especially when we took over 60 picture with the self-timer of all of us doing a different goofy thing every time. Needless to say it felt like we knew them forever! Now, next time it’s gonna be our turn to go visit them in sunny San Diego:) Here I share some photos with you:
Early this morning Fabiana met me at my house to finish 2011in style with a nice 14 miler right on the Boston Marathon course toward Boston. Even though it was a little drizzly and chilly it felt so good to be out there so early in the morning freely running and think about everything that 2011 brought with it. But that’s another post=) The main reason of this post is to share with you a post that Jennifer Pastiloff wrote and that I stumbled upon the other day. Jennifer was recently featured on Good Morning America. She is a yoga teacher, writer, and advocate for children with special needs based in L.A. She is also the creator of Manifestation Yoga® and leads retreats and workshops all over the world. Jennifer is currently writing a book and has a popular daily blog called Manifestation Station. There it goes:
The Manifesto Of My Identity
Last month I experienced a particularly challenging yoga class. It was challenging because I am nearly deaf, and I simply could not hear a word of what the teacher was saying. Even with my hearing aids, I heard only “Charlie Brown’s teacher” talk. The instructor sounded as if she were underwater. In Hawaii.
I am a yoga teacher, so I probably took it harder than most would, and left feeling sorry for myself. In this state, I began to evaluate the meaning of life, and in that moment, words began to flow through me, and by the time I was finished, I realized that I was living the life I was describing.
This combination of part poem, part mission statement, part declaration to myself and the universe, came together in what I now realize is my manifesto.
This gave me profound happiness and a deeper understanding of myself, so I’m hoping it can do the same for you:
How to Make a Life
First: Take everything you’ve ever learned and everything
you’ve yet to discover and place it in a box labeled “Thank You.”
Second: Take a picture of your face and remember
that in ten years time you will be amazed at how gorgeous you were.
Be amazed now.
Third: Find someplace to live.
Make sure it has the ability to let light fall
across the room in such a way that every so often,
you’ll stop and mouth the words “Ah, sunlight.”
Don’t let the books get dusty.
Open them and reread your favorite sentences.
Fourth: Fall in love.
Touch. More than you think.
Have a child if you want one.
If you don’t—don’t.
Let your child out into the world,
discovering for themselves just how magical it is.
Or it isn’t.
It’s theirs to decide.
Fifth: Get a job.
Remember this job is not who you are.
Sixth: Do yoga.
Let your body discover what it’s like to move
without your brain holding its hand.
Tell your brain to take a hike.
Let your body believe fully in its own powers.
Let every person you’ve stored inside your muscles out
to breathe now and again.
Seventh: Do things that make you feel good.
Let your joy be contagious and spread through
your home, your job, your children.
Let it spread through the world like a virus,
so that when you forget it,
every so often, you’ll catch it from someone else.
The impetus that drove me to write this piece was sadness—and, yes, a bit of self-pity—yet from it, the manifesto of my identity was born.
Happy New Year and don’t forget to wear your red underwear as a symbol of good luck for the upcoming year…of course another Italian tradition=) Talk to you in 2012!