Intermittent Yoga

Joy.  Harmony.  Peace.  Grace.  It had been so long since I opened that yoga mat I had forgotten those words were there.  My heart pranced.  The routine began.  The deep breathing and deeper stretching.  Ahhhhhh.  I released my problems into the earth (or my living floor.... same effect.)  Some of the stretches were difficult.  Scratch that.  All of the stretches were difficult.  How long has it been since I moved?  I was feeling like I hadn't gotten out of bed in 50 years.  Pre-Kole was only 6 months ago.  Sheesh. Let me tell you about my yoga DVD.  I have two.  One is exercise.  You loose weight.  It's incredible that you can work that hard and feel so relaxed at the same time.  It's tough tough tough.  The other came with my mat and yoga block.  Sort of a beginners package.   And it is definitely set towards beginners.  They teach the names different poses and encourage you to take as many breaks as you need.  So... knowing me.... which do you think I chose to start up into Yoga again.  The mega-easy-beginner-lots-of-breaks-one!  Of course.  Why get all gung ho the first day.  It was fantastic.  I did the AM Yoga.  When Kenny-rooster and I were talking that night I shared my triumph with him.  To which he responded, "It's been a while since you did THAT!"  I told him I was totally devoted to my new yogi lifestyle.  Ken said, "We'll see how long it lasts this time."  Do I have a supportive partner or what?  That's when Ken launched his Intermittent Yoga Campaign against me.  As strong as I am and as far as I can dig my high heels in.... he had a point. 
Ken claims:
I love trying new things.  Yoga, water colors, jogging, Sudoku, cake decorating, cross stitch, scrap booking, BodyPump, quilting, 5K, culinary art (like cutting vegetables into pretty shapes), gardening, photography, calligraphy, fly fishing, hiking, model-ship building, parenting....
First I get the idea.  Then I do some research and price scouting.  I buy everything I need to be a pro.  I read all the books the library has to offer on the subject.  And then... I set my plan in motion.  I become totally involved.  I am submerged.  Whatever it is becomes my life.  I don't surface... for... 48 hours.  Then it blows over.  It's gone.  I've tried it and I am satisfied.  Nothing really sticks.  Ken thinks I'm "fickle."  (Apparently we live in the 20s.... or is it the 1800s)
I see it differently:
It's experience.  And it shall be for my good.  The world is so much bigger than one hobby or interest.  I have to dapple in all the things this world has to offer me.  I'm a dappler.  I step out of my comfort zone... which is pretty expansive non-existent. Would you not climb the Alps because you could only do it once?  No.  That's why I climbed them in '04.   That's why I took a fly fishing class.  That's why I continue baking cakes.  Who knows what's next?  Scuba diving?  Rappelling?  Needlepoint?

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.