How I learned to do King Cobra pose 15 years ago

Back in 4th Grade, when I was just a little ankle biter who had no idea what Yoga was, in fact, hadn’t even heard the term, I learned to do King Cobra pose. I had a classmate who was insanely flexible and she often liked to show off to us peasants. One day she laid down and formed what we know as a Cobra pose and then confidently said “Watch this!” and transitioned shakily into a King Cobra pose that most of us would take months of practice to achieve. Did I mention we were 9 year olds?

Anyway, I was the type of kid that while I had a lot of friends and I was really charismatic, I didn’t have any special talents. So I really wanted to try doing this cool thing my classmate had just done. I saw the way everyone was amazed by it and I wanted to know how it felt to have people “oooh” and “awweee” at me! So when I got home that night, I practiced and practiced and practiced. I wanted my feet to be as far up on my head as possible. I wanted to bend further than she did. I eventually perfected it and for years after that would occasionally whip out my secret talent (flexibility) when the topic of being flexible would arise, but ultimately my life didn’t change because of it.

Fast forward to 2010, my first son is born and I try to do this pose again, just to see if I still had it. Nope. Something about pregnancy really goofed my body up. Fastforward another 5 years and I happen across this pose on a Yoga site. Wait, wait, wait. I do Yoga every damn day and you mean to tell me this often times difficult pose that I cannot do now, is the same one I was doing when I was 9, flawlessly? So I got my butt down on the floor, and I tried it. SUCCESS! I actually did it. Practicing Yoga every day has clearly improved my flexibility in the last 5 years and it was amazing to reach that realization. 5 years and 3 kids later, I can do it again. Never give up.


When in doubt, bath it out.

Woah look! I’m still here. I’ve been very preoccupied with my current escapades, as usual. I am one of those people who changes hobbies more than I shower. In the blink of an eye I could go from hardcore knitting queen to a spanish speaking artist to sitting at a desk sewing clothing designs. I always seek to develop new interests, things that make me happy and there is nothing wrong with that! I find as I get older I care less about what people think of me and more about just doing what I love and it turns out that I really love a lot of things. I feel like I have learned and retained so much more since I was 18 than I ever did in School (Probably not but that’s certainly how it seems.)

So anyway, I’ve been really enjoying painting (still) and that’s where my attention has been for the last little while. But I actually wanted to talk about things that make me calm, my happy place. I love sitting in my bedroom (when it’s clean, that’s the best lol) and painting on a nice fresh canvas. The best times are when my husband is laying in bed on his laptop. Even though we’re not talking, his presence is comforting. Then when I finish up for the night, I love to hop into a hot bath with some epsom salts or a bath bomb and wash the paint from my nails. I feel like acrylic paint never completely comes off but somehow I love that. It makes me feel artsy. While I’m bathing I love to close my eyes and meditate. Sometimes I like to day dream and imagine myself and my kids in some beautiful place far from here, with gorgeous mountains and a light breeze, it’s pretty cheesy to be honest but that.. that is my happy place and I try to go there as often as possible to keep myself stress free and happy! What is your happy place?
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