16 October, 2014

Wide swing tremolo

Today was home practice vinyasa.

There's not much to say about the practice, other than the fact that I did it, in spite of today being a big day, and the last 24 hours being pretty big emotional swings. I was going to skip it and go out to dinner (to celebrate), but my girlfriend actually said to me "You need to do the yogas." That's a good partner. Keeping me honest even when it would have, on the surface, seemed better to say "Yeah, let's go out!"

So yesterday, we made an offer on a house. It was not entirely unexpected that such an event could occur, but it happened yesterday, and it was a bit more exciting of an opportunity than I even expected it could be. But we didn't know if our offer would be accepted, because you know how the market is right now in Seattle. Last night, I went to sleep not knowing what the outcome would be. I didn't sleep very much or very well. I was so wired, I was in bed looking at my phone, looking up the sex offender map for the neighborhood, not because I was worried about sex offenders, but because what else can you do when you're wired and can't sleep and have potential exciting things on the horizon?

Woke up this morning to learn that there was one other offer on the house. So we had to do the Seattle thing where you add in the statement that you'll increase your price to beat other offers, and all that. But we still didn't know what was going to happen. The seller was supposed to get back to us by noon, but that didn't happen. The realtor told me to assume that the other offer was probably better. But as the day went by, we found out that our offer was better and that it would likely be accepted. And then it was accepted. We also found out that there ended up being several other offers, but the seller chose ours because not only was it the best offer (among several similar offers), but we also seemed most excited about getting the place. And that couldn't be more true.

So after last evening being spent in a mind-racing wondering frenzy, and today being spent preparing myself for the potential negative outcome (which really would have been okay, I told myself, and it's also true), not to mention the fact that work was bizarre on a variety of levels of chaos, this evening ended with a joyous fantasizing about what it's going to be like to live in this new place in this new part of town. What type of furniture will we want? What will the garden look like? Where will we go for coffee? How far of a walk is the movie theater? (10 minutes)

Yet, in spite of all that, there is the yoga.

That is the practice.

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