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Post Title: Jergle: To Energize and Give Color to Life

Post Date: July 26, 2012

1. Fifty-Seven Days until my thirtieth birthday. No longer in my twenties. What am I? Old or young? Attorney or yoga teacher? Do I want to be a mother or not? Do I want to own a home or rent forever? Am I happy? What makes me happy? Shouldn’t I know this by now? The thing is, I don’t know. I don’t know if I’ll ever know. But I want to know.
2. Twelve Months and I will have direction. For now, I quit my job and moved across the country. Now I’m looking for answers.

“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.” — Henry David Thoreau

Post Title: Seven Years Later

Post Date: August 8, 2012

After much thought — I do have a lot of time on my hands these days — I think I’ve come to a conclusion. In my ripe old age of NEARLY thirty years, I am ready to feel settled. I want a home, not a temporary rental. I want somewhere that’s ours. Age? Maturity? Or that odd transition period when you move somewhere new?

Post Title: For the Love of Food

Post Date: August 9, 2012

I haven’t worked for seventy days. Seventy GLORIOUS days. I have to tell you, it’s lovely. I realize there are few times in one’s life that you get to be respectfully unemployed — really only if you are (1) in school (2) raising children (3) retired OR (4) you have an incredibly selfless, giving and understanding husband / significant other / family member / good friend who is willing to support you while you do whatever it is you do to figure out what you want to be doing.

Last night Andy told me that he actually likes me being home … and he likes having dinner ready when he gets home. Well that’s fine by me.

Post Title: Yoga Baby: Sculpt Fusion Yoga

Post Date: August 9, 2012

During my three years as an Assistant Public Defender, I can’t remember the number of times I said [to myself] that I had no idea what I was doing in a courtroom. I shouldn’t be arguing law to a judge. What was I doing? I was meant to be teaching people yoga! But I plugged along, client after client, baby momma after baby momma, client’s momma, dad, sister, aunt, daughter…for three years. That can truly suck the life out of you. Quitting my job felt right. Although I do miss my cute suits and heels.

So I did it.

I start my Yoga Teacher Training in four weeks with Sculpt Fusion Yoga! Almost a decade of wanting something and now it’s here. One week before my thirtieth birthday. My excitement is indescribable.

And here I am. Stepping gracefully — or sometimes not so gracefully — out of my twenties and into my thirties. Believing that those steps are heading in the right direction.

Post Title: Nine Times Out of Ten

Post Date: August 23, 2012

“Rachie. Nine times out of ten the things you worry about never happen.”

A rational thought. If it had come out of anyone else’s mouth. Andy and I laughed. We laughed so hard. My mother. Who raised us on wheat bread, freshly made juice and a healthy heap of worry. We worry about everything in my family.... With all the worrying it’s amazing there is time left for anything else, i.e. running and drinking beer.

Post Title: Skinny Bitch

Post Date: August 30, 2012

Tuesday, like most weekdays — was a pretty quiet day here at the beach. Except that we made an official offer to buy our own little home here in San Diego! Well. Actually, Encinitas, but close enough.

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