I love hobbies. I have made a hobby of learning Portuguese, Urdu and Esperanto...well kind of. I've written parts of books, crocheted useless squares, and knit unfinished scarves. I guess it would be more appropriate to say that I like starting hobbies. It's the fulfillment or continuation of said hobbies that eludes me. I find it daunting to continue when the learning curve gets steep to climb. Now don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't finish anything. I received my BA, learned to speak fluent Spanish, and have written multiple Spanish textbooks. But it's been a long time since I've been able to hunker down and really learn a new skill. I've been trying to think of something I would be interested in - browsing through my friends' abilities to see if anything interested me. I mentally flipped through midwifery, painting, cooking, and didn't find anything that struck a chord. But then yesterday I went to a Pilates class and started about how much I really enjoy yoga. So why not really learn it? I could learn all the poses, and philosophies. It would benefit me mentally, physically, and if I got certified, economically too.
So today I copied down all the types of yoga there are and decided to focus on Ashtanga and Hatha. I went to a class at the gym (it was cancelled), and consequently popped in a dvd to do at home. I couldn't do half of the poses correctly, and now my toe hurts. I found myself thinking that maybe learning yoga would be too much of an investment, too hard. But I already told my mom and my best friend that I'm going to learn it. So now I have to. And I figure with the pressure of a blog to keep up I will actually stick to it.
On this blog, I plan on recording my progress on my two main (currently) personal goals: getting certified as a yoga instructor, and finishing a book I started last year.
I'm hoping this whole thing will be a breeze, with no balking on my part. I guess we'll see.
