free flow again

I've got a lot of unpublished stuff. Sometimes I'm not really sure why I'm still blogging. I should probably just get a physical diary and word vomit using my own penmanship. Mehh... Too much work. It's easier to type these things. I'm trying to censor myself sometimes because...

Since 2013 began A LOT has happened. It would have been nice to write about my Barcino experience. How I wish I wrote about discovering the most incredible documentary known as The Eye Has to Travel. Diana Vreeland spoke to me. I haven't even put into words some of my travels last year, or how I have airconditioner in my room now. Even Christmas and New Year's. I believe I was in the moment during a few of those occasions and most of the time I only write when I'm extremely happy, sad, or frustrated. Everything in between is hit or miss. That makes me so not a writer.

Last week was a test of physical, mental, and emotional strength. I broke one of my toes two weeks ago while painting my shelves. Then I got sick sick. Living a not-so-exemplary lifestyle, I should have seen this coming. Of course when people get sick they realize how important health is. Well, I'm people. In response, I got crazy. I stopped smoking completely (okay 1-2 cigarette after three days with no cigarettes at all. that's big coming from a one-pack smoker). Now I'm eating breakfast religiously. Yes, I'm eating three meals a day with morning and afternoon snacks. Small, frequent feeding is what it is. I went as far as shopping for "vegetables, fruits, fish" so that I can cook. And boy did I cook. No meat, no coffee, lots of water. 

And then I decided to enroll in a yoga class.

I want to recount my entire first yoga experience for another day. Right now, I feel like I've carried a bazillion sacks of rice. Everything in me hurts like a bitch. I'm going back tomorrow. I never knew stretching here and there would actually lead me to discover a whole new world of pain (whilst doing it and after doing it).

The question now is how to keep doing all these good things. I really need that damn diary.