the sting of cold air

freedom. youth. weightlessness. what does that feel like to you? 

i remember being 18 and in the backseat of a Volkswagon Rabbit with my best friend, my high school boyfriend and his friend, who was graciously allowing the 3 of us to sleep on the floor of her apartment while we figured out our shit. we’d just arrived from hawaii and she was showing us around costa mesa, CA. i remember it was evening and not many cars were on the freeway. a goofy smile on my face and wide-eyed glee, i took in the billboards and the bright lights. the car windows were rolled all the way down and the heater was all the way up on high. the cold wind stung my cheeks but the heat cut through to create perfectly warm air. i was 2,500 miles away from home, with a security blanket of friends, and didn’t have a care in the world. it was exhilarating. 


the other week, i was walking back to the office from lunch and i made eye contact with someone from a previous life – a girl that i’d hung out with in college and we somehow fell out of touch. we made plans to re-connect over lunch and it was like no time had passed. we remembered we were in an english or writing class together. as we ate lunch, she asked…do you still write? my answer: sadly, no. 

why is it that something i love to do, i rarely make the time to do it?? i blame allowing myself too many online distractions. (BTW, newest Netflix obsession is Damages – if you want to get sucked into a show i highly recommend this.)


i’ve started going back to hot yoga. i’m paying monthly for an unlimited membership because i think it’ll help me be more diligent about my practice. this is my 5th consecutive week, and i plan to be committed. i’m also lucky to have a BF that motivates me to go after work, when I’m most lazy, and who will fix dinner so it’s ready when i get home after class. 


tomorrow is monday. see you again soon, weekend.


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