hell in paradise

so, ill try to stay away from yoga for a bit. just for one time.
besides thinking about it pretty much 99% of the time, there's something that's hanging out in my head for a while. it's cheesy and unnecessary to share. hopefully, someone will feel identified with me. we'll hug each other and feel lame.

doesn't it suck to be in paradise and to have nobody to share it with?
not even paradise. anything new.
i'm living in manly, right in front of the beach. i take the ferry everyday. so many cool places to visit in sydney. yes i love walking. yes i love doing touristy stuff. but i can't avoid that void. that face standing next to me. that someone i can turn to and say: 'did you see that crazy lady walking down the street?'. i can't really sit down at a bar and get a beer. mmm i guess we can call this 'lack-of-travel-partner syndrome'. i know i'll be ok. i'm being short minded. i know you are going to think im asking for way too much. but it's hard not think about it, isn't it?

i miss that someone i don't know yet.
whatever. i'll be ok. nothing to cry or worry about. it's more like walking with a little rock inside my shoe. it's always there. not too overwhealming. but always there. i just hope it doesn't turn into a rock!

whatever. i've got an ipod and a little voice inside me to chat with (guess why my blog is called thinking out loud?!?!) patience.... sure. just felt like writing about it.
if you are totally in love with someone pleeease don't send me some anesthesia (something like trust the future, be patient, it will come...) i know, I KNOW!

ill be ok. me and my yoga.

why a blog?

i dont really know. it just felt like an interesting thing to do. my best friend from college got me going (thanks tarek). he's in palestine. im in australia. just as his words made me discover another world out there, maybe, my own thoughts will make others discover some other space in this planet. why not? the world is so big, and we are all so little that's its naive to think we one day will see it all. that's why it's good to think collectively. i feel i just stepped into palestine. thanks nano.

i love writing and haven't done it much since i came back from bikram yoga training.

oh. training. what was that?
9 weeks of lots of heat, amazing energy, self-discovery, breakthroughs, little sleep and lots of bikram yoga and bikram's lectures... i never thought being in hawaii could be so hard. amazing experience. eye-opening. changed my life and the lives of those who know me and now have to listen to me talk about yoga all the time. i cant call myself a yogi yet. im on my way. most importantly, i think ive found my passion. dont worry, i wont start talking to much about yoga. not in this first post.

yoga is all ive been doing for the last 3 months or so. if you really get into the meaning of yoga, you would realize that means ive been doing a bit of everything-just in a new way, in a better way, in a happier way.

summary of my last years:
graduated from architecture school. worked for a summer on the construction a pre-fab house (ecomod). left 'the ville' and 'the university'. flew back home for 2 weeks (lima, peru). somehow ended up in training. got my certicate. flew to australia to live with my brother and to teach yoga.

and started a blog.
to think out loud.
to share.
to listen.