If a tree falls on an Abby and she definitely makes a noise -- how far is the closest ER? The joke pops into my brain as I'm clipping the smaller branches. A sign that I'm in a better headspace. A usual rule of thumb: if I can joke, I'm gonna be okay. For the… Continue reading The Perfect Type of Failing
Category: Actually Serious
An Ode To Hiking
"Man I HATE white people vacations!" a white college-aged boy shouts from up the trail. I laugh so hard my voice echoes. We were on our way down from the Chimney Tops trail in the Smokey Mountains. The college-aged kid and his two other friends were on their way up and had stopped to ask us… Continue reading An Ode To Hiking
Updates, Steven Tyler, and Prana & Apana
Firstly, an update on my brother, since it actually was getting under my skin that I never updated my blog about how everything was going (and it's a monstrous pet peeve of mine, when people are quick to communicate tragedy/bad news, but feel zero impetus to communicate the resolution): He's doing better. Surgery went well… Continue reading Updates, Steven Tyler, and Prana & Apana
Motorcycles, Mindset, and the Only Job I Can Do
Scene: Evening. I'm scheduled to teach a 6 pm and a 7:30 pm class. My phone is playing music through the stereo. A lovely group of people come in for the first class. At 6, I shut the door and take my spot at the front. "So, good afternoon, everyone," I sing out. My natural… Continue reading Motorcycles, Mindset, and the Only Job I Can Do
When You’re In Love With Dirty Water
I was born a mile down the street from where I went to college. It's a factoid I like throwing out there from time to time. One of those cute coincidences that shows life has ways of coming back full circle, albeit temporarily. I was born at Brigham & Women's -- and 18 years later,… Continue reading When You’re In Love With Dirty Water
Al-Anon & Onwards
It was only a matter of time. I have a tendency to speed, to the point that going even the reasonable speed limits agitates me. I'd had enough close calls with speed traps to know that it was only a matter of time until I actually got caught. I was speeding down a familiar highway… Continue reading Al-Anon & Onwards
Projections
This is a repost from something I wrote on my Facebook writing page -- Abby Rose Writer -- and, if you haven't liked that yet, what are you doing? Get on that, already! That is, unless you don't have Facebook. Then I simply applaud you for having way more productive free time than the rest of us.… Continue reading Projections
Communion with God
The evolution of a belief system is a funny thing to watch. For some, it shifts in details. For others, it's completely upended. And who knows, really, what makes one person's beliefs the way they are -- or what makes one person's convictions steadfast and, for another, a fluid concept. I think about my early years. Sunday… Continue reading Communion with God
You Gotta Smile
This was originally posted on my Facebook Page Abby Rose Yoga, which you should totally check out. All long pieces of text are also posted on my yoga blog, which you can find here. Best you be checking both out. Just sayin'. Let's set the scene: Weekday afternoon. I've just rounded out my classes for… Continue reading You Gotta Smile
When “No Regrets” Evolves on You
At 16, “No Regrets” meant never having to say sorry for your actions. It meant shirking away from the consequences of the things you did and said with almost sociopathic glee. “No regrets,” was said as you made out with the guy a grade above you, knowing full-well he had a girlfriend. No Regrets… Continue reading When “No Regrets” Evolves on You
That (Not This) Abby Rose 