Getting my yang on

So I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’ve been away.

I haven’t been travelling extensively across the world. I haven’t started a new company. I haven’t been camping out in a park across from Wall St. I haven’t been sitting in a cave trying to find myself. I’ve just been… being.

I’ve been purposefully lazy. I have been somewhat introspective, trying to figure out what I should be doing (now and next), and doing yin yoga. I love Yin because it’s quiet, it promotes deep stretching, and it helps me to focus on what’s going on rather than the parade of absurdity that’s constantly running through my brain. I really enjoy it; however, it’s coming to an end.

I’m getting antsy and feel like I need to be more physically active. I got out of my sparse attitude and having been buying new clothes. I’m bidding my time, but slowly lining myself up to drop-kick my boss. I don’t mean up and quit, but more like stop being the flippin’ doormat that I feel I’ve become around her. I feel like writing again.

Maybe it’s the cooler weather. Maybe it’s the fall-back-to-school routine, but I feel a change in momentum.

For every yin there is a yang.

And Yang I am.