I Still Think About You | TACHES

I’m writing again. And I’m not sure why.

I think I’ve been waiting for the right moment, or waiting for the right song, or the right inspiration, or the right words, that would make starting this up again feel right.

I don’t know if this is the “right” moment. But I do know that something feels right about it. 

Something is feels “right” about getting out of the familiar. Something feels “right” about feeling really uncomfortable. Something feels “right” about feeling exposed right now.

This morning I made another reluctant, yet persistent, attempt to reap the benefits of yoga. Every Tuesday, I get on by bike, with my heavy-ass backpack, carrying my awkward-as-fuck yoga mat, and head to the class that I know I’ll be miserable in, but will be worth it when I get to the other side (official arrival time in nirvana: TBD). And today was no different. I sweated, I scowled, and fought to stretch my legs up in the air while my breasts and gravity made multiple attempts to suffocate me. And then I packed up my shit and went to work.

But when I was on my bike, this song came on. 

And it was fucking perfect.

Because after this past month of turning my life upside down in yoga, in work, and in my personal life, the meandering and escalating beats of TÂCHES are the perfect soundtrack for wherever it is I’m going. 

And I don’t know if I’m heading in the “right” direction. But something feels right about it.