Making Happy Happen

In the past, I feel like I have spent so much time going with the flow and not being deliberate with my life and my choices.  You don’t get happy by accident.  You gotta make it happen.  I feel like I have finally made it happen.  This is what I want to be when I grow up.

Yesterday was the first Sunday in a really long time (like 10 years) that I did not have  a knot in my stomach.  I didn’t cry or have an anxiety attack.  I was not dreading Monday.
My first few years of teaching I cried every Sunday night.  My heart would race and it was a little hard to breathe. (hello anxiety)  My job was new, I was inexperienced, I hated planning lessons and being observed.  The next few years I hated going to school because I left my babies with someone else.  The past few years I didn’t want to go because I knew it wasn’t where I was supposed to be.  I knew I needed more and could give more.  (Which is one of the reasons I am so excited about Project 12. )

Today:  I slept until 7 am instead of 5 am.  That alone is almost worth the pay cut.  I woke up both of my sweeties and ate breakfast with them.  At the table.  And we had an actual conversation.  (It may have involved scabs and why we aren’t supposed to pick them,  and explaining why Justin Beiber got arrested, but we were communicating) I helped them pack their lunches and listened to Gangham style 23 times while my son got dressed and brushed his teeth.  They were on the bus by 8:45.  I had a private session with a yoga client at her house at 9:15.  I love working with athletes.  This girl is strong–a runner and a cross-fitter.  After giving birth and some injuries she is ready to give yoga a try.  She got into full wheel for the first time today!  After that,  I taught a power yoga class at the Siskey YMCA.  Came home for a quick lunch, then back to Y2 to teach the 3:00.  Back home to get the kids off the bus, who are happily playing outside before the blizzard hits Charlotte tomorrow.  Next up is dinner and back to Y2 to teach the 7:15 class.  Living the dream!

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My Client:  See how she is up on her toes?  One of my favorite yoga teachers, Stephanie Keach teaches full wheel that way.  It helps to bring the bottom of the rib cage in line with the hips.  This really makes a difference if you have tight shoulders and/or low back pain.

In other news…I am a Smarty Mom!  This is a huge deal for me and I could not be happier!  Charlotte Smarty Pants is a site with all kinds of awesomeness for busy moms.  The team of mom blog regularly to make this a great resource for Charlotte moms. One of my regular yogis and friend, Krista writes for CSP and wrote this amazing  Article!  Please take a minute to read it.  I am so honored.

Sadly, the day the article was written,  I take my kids to Wal-Mart and lose my son.  Twice.   I made him stay in the hiding places so I could take his picture.  He then did cartwheels all the way to the register while singing “I like to move it, move it. ”  People stared and my daughter was embarrassed.   I encouraged my son and said he may make it to the Olympics one day for the most cartwheels while singing.   My daughter (poor thing) pretends she wants to look at the gum in the next checkout line.


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 I reward this behavior with dinner out.

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Keeping the carbs away!

I leave for Mexico in 27 days!  I have been trying to offset the crazy holiday craziness by eating really clean.  (For me that means little to no grains/sugar/alcohol/beans at all.  I feel best when I eat this way mainly because I seriously forget that I have UC.  Secondly,  because I fit into my clothes a little better!)  Happy to say that in the last few weeks of eating well, exercising, and staying relatively stress free I have lost a few pounds, and have no UC symptoms.  In a few weeks I will officially be back in remission!

Here are a few pictures of eats last week and somethings I threw together for this week:

anxiety 003My kids are pretty picky about cooked veggies.  They will eat raw ones though…even radishes!  I let them help wash and slice and arrange.  I found that when they take ownership it makes a difference.  Plus, my kids are Montessori kids.  So they do everything themselves,  grow fresh basil,  fart rainbows and go to a “Peace table” instead of time out.  (Clarification:  they do this at school.  My house.  My rules.  Nobody has time for a peace table when I got candy to crush.)  Every night at our dinner table you will see at least carrots and cucumbers and a fruit.

anxiety 001Crustless Quiche!  One of our favorites.  This has 8 eggs, bag of spinach and a cup of  feta.  That’s it!  Mix ingredients and put in an 8×8 and bake.anxiety 002Another version of Quiche with baby bud broccoli florets, 8 eggs, and a cup of sharp cheddar.  I use only farm fresh eggs.  That is seriously the only way to go.   The yolks are orange and so rich!


Kale Chips:  Spray with olive oil, sprinkle with salt and pepper.  Bake for about 15 minutes.  Then pretend to enjoy.

anxiety 004Do you know a yoga teacher who doesn’t drink green smoothies?  We had kale left over from the kale chips, so I mixed some in with banana flavored protein powder.  Power up!

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I made a big container of tuna salad and chicken salad on Sunday for us to eat on all week.  I used plain greek yogurt instead of mayo in these!

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We like our chicken salad with celery and dill weed.  For the tuna salad I added a few boiled eggs, lemon juice, celery, onion and some capers.  Yum.  (And a toothbrush on the side)

anxiety 006I promised my kids we could go eat Chinese food this weekend.  They love going out for Chinese and convinced me to go since Chinese New Year is coming this Friday.  Remember– these are my Montessori kids,  so they know everything about every culture.   I resisted the rice, egg roll and wine.  I had beef with broccoli and hot green tea.

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anxiety 007I thought my fortune was pretty funny.  Because I don’t.  Judging by my chipped nails I have a yearning for a manicure.






anxiety 006I have been teaching PE in elementary school since 2000.  That is 13 years of playing hockey, basketball, four-square, and gymnastics.  Try to guess how many band aids I have applied.  As excited as I am about this change, I am sad too.  It didn’t really hit me until yesterday… but I am going to miss these kids.   Kids are funny, resilient, and forgiving.   Three things that aren’t quite as easy to find in all adults.   So yes, I cried when we played hockey today.  I cried when I saw a friend tutoring a student on his math.  I’ll cry tomorrow too because that is what I do.  I cry when I am happy, anxious, stressed, sad, excited, or hear a song that touches me.  I am a crier.

I cry when I am teaching yoga sometimes because I feel peaceful and authentic when I am in that role.  Sometimes, I have to bribe my yoga students into doing headstands with me for a photo so we can laugh instead of cry.

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My husband started his new job and it has been really stressful around here.  (someone has been crying.)  He is working 12 hours a day and has no phone.  I am sure that families go through this all the time…I am just not used to it. It makes me feel very anxious.   I like to call or text him at least 8-10 times a day and let him know what I am doing/eating/drinking/wearing/thinking.  (he may actually have a phone but didn’t give me his new number)

I am not one for change.  Change= anxiety for me.  Seriously.  One time my husband cleaned out the silverware drawer (he knows my love language…) but he put the silverware back in the wrong spots.  I came home later and pulled open the drawer.  “What have you done?” I shriek.  Like he put dead rat tails where the butter knives go.  Not a joke.  I can’t make this stuff up.

I was wound pretty tight a few years ago, and I have learned to let stuff go.  I like to think I go with the flow a lot better than I used to.   But for the next few weeks, the flow is moving pretty quickly downstream.  And I am swimming upstream like a bat out of hell.   So here’s to deep breaths.

anxiety 004My friend gave me this bracelet.  Fearless.  I love to wear it because it reminds me to not worry about what is coming next.  It is out of my control.   This same friend even wrote this on her twitter feed:  “Anything that tends to make you anxious is a growth opportunity.  Instead of running away–embrace it.”

I also like it because my son likes to cover the “F” and say I am earless.

I also miss my husband because my kids have to take all my pictures for me.  I should get a bracelet that says headless.


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