Hello, sweet friends!
Just wanted to share my first official post from my new blog, All the Way Yoga. It’s an ode to niceness.
Hope you’re having a spectacular week.
With love, Britt.
All the Way Yoga – Blog Launch!
Well, lovelies. I got it in my crazy head that I would start another blog. It launches exactly one week from today on August 1st.
I blame it on the two month media hiatus when I found the focus I needed and basically rediscovered myself.
My passion for Yoga and wellness runs insanely deep. Though I’ve tinkered with posts from time to time on this blog, I feel that it is time to separate the two personas…Britt the writer and Britt the Yogi.
So, what the hell does that mean, Britt?
I’m SO glad you asked!
If you’re into my unladylike ramblings about life’s wonders, no bullshit travel advice, and off-kilter writing…you can stay right here with my firstborn, a physical perspective.
If you’re into wholesome grub, Yoga fun, and feel-good tips…you can check out my new baby All the Way Yoga. Recipes, how-to videos, and other awesomeness are all included.
If all of the above seems appealing to you, then be a rock star and follow both of my blogs. (There’s an epic cyber high-five in it for you.)
If you’re worried that All the Way Yoga is going to be some kind of flowery blog where I talk about snacking on dandelions all day, have no fear. This won’t be your average health nut blog.
Sure I’m a bit of a tree hugger, but I’m just an average gal keepin’ it real. I’m not perfect and I’ll never claim to be.
Hell, I’m a beer drinking Yogi!
I simply believe taking incredible care of yourself and indulging once in a while are how life should be lived.
It’s all about the balance, baby. That’s what we all strive for, right?
So, there’s my big ass announcement. I’m ridiculously excited about this adventure.
Who’s with me?
What’s wrong with having dreams, anyway?
When we’re babies, our parents have dreams of grandeur of what we will become. The doctor, the scientist, the celebrity.
When we’re kids, every adult we encounter asks us what we want to be when we grow up. And we answer them with conviction. A cowboy, a ballerina, an alien.
When we’re teens, our teachers prepare us for the future, to figure out which piece of expensive paper will pave the path to a fruitful career. Teach and be poor or business and be rich? Choose wisely.
When we’re adults – thrown into the world of bills, loans, and other hyped up seriousness – our dreams tend to fade. Usually, they disappear altogether.
Yet, sometimes they are revived. Quite suddenly you’re doing the things you loved most when you were a kid…coming full circle. You play music, you paint, you write.
You’re not the suit, you’re not the boss, you’re not the mom, you’re not the bachelor, you’re not the assistant, you’re not the alcoholic, you’re not the divorcee, you’re not the nobody.
You’re just you. And, you’re effing happy about it.
If you’re one of these dream-chasing adults, you’re often out of place. Everyone’s playing make-believe, the adults on one side and the children on the other.
Playing adult is allowed, respectable even.
Playing child isn’t. As a matter of fact, you’re the troublemaker.
I’ve done the day job thing most of my life. Hell, I’m doing it now…Monday-Friday, 9-5.
I play dress up every day just so I can play the board game. Buy, sell, trade. I was never any good at Monopoly. I liked ridiculously colorful games like Twister and Candyland.
For me, playing with the grown ups is just a game of pretend.
I will always be the rumpled employee who gets ready for work in five minutes flat, the grown ass woman sleeping with a stuffed animal, the hopeless case daring to dream because she can’t live any other way.
And, I don’t know why it’s so strange and unusual. I mean…what’s wrong with having dreams, anyway?
Unrequited Summer
My darling summer,
How I pined over you during those numbing months when winter stole you away. The days were deprived, the blankets failed to warm.
Now you are here, loud with your unapologetic radiance.
You blind me with your provocative shades of green, lawns of tangy lime and leaves of emerald jewel. You mesmerize me with your endless sky eyes, sometimes speckled with curvaceous white. You hold me in your pretty scented arms without the urge to stifle, only to offer up some of that glow. You serenade me like it was nothing, mastering chirps and breeze into the most resplendent symphony.
Like my heart, my windows are open, beckoning the city inside – crisp construction, undulating sirens, boisterous garbage trucks – and those silly, drunken melodies from the lush crew staggering upon the incompetent sidewalks.
None of that turns me sour. How could it, when all is consumed by such sweet? Your damn beautiful sweet.
I know that no matter how many sentiments my cherry-stained fingers conjure, you will still leave me. You will vanish silently, wither away until your brightness becomes barren.
Until then, I will relish every golden ounce of you. And know, my darling summer, that I will forever be your paramour, forever thirsty for your unrequited love.
My toes are SO famous right now.
No seriously. My toes are SO famous right now.
My good friend at toemail featured my recent post So you want to take a media vacay – along with my toes…naturally. My toes (and I’m hoping my writing) has rounded up over 60 likes already over at their super fun place.
Score!
This is actually the second time my toes have made an appearance over at toemail. Of course that was way back when nobody knew this little blog even existed. My toes have had a rough life, what with being shoved in pointe shoes during my former dancing years and ridiculous high heels countless other years.
Be sure to stop by and give my toes a “like”!
Also, thank you ALL for participating in the Pick Your Favorite Britt Pic poll. There was a tie between two images, so I tinkered with the lighting a bit to marry the two ideas.
The new profile pic you’ll be seeing all over the damn place is this guy…
Okie dokie, artichokes. Enjoy your Sundays…eat amazing food, get outside, and hug someone neat!
Britt Skrabanek 