Okay, the winner of the Amouage Fate Perfume samples from my post a couple of weeks ago are – Suzy Q, Jackie B, Mary P, Alison, bamboogrrrl, and Eva S. Just click on the Drop Us a Note at the top of the blog, send me your address, remind me of what you’ve won, and I’ll send you back a quick confirm so you know I got your e-mail, and I’ll get it mailed out to you.
I don’t have anything perfume-related today, sorry! I got some work stuff pressing in and a week of training starting today, and the perfume I want to review – Neela’s new one! – needs more attention than I could give it this week, but next week! Some of you have heard me yap on endlessly about my inability to meditate, something I’ve tried to do off and on for years. I keep trying, but eludes me because of that Vocal Jack-in-the-Box in my head that just won’t shut up. So I picked up this book, The Untethered Soul, assuming it would be another “sounds good, but doesn’t work for me” book, but, you know what? I’m a little hopeful about it. It explains that Chihuahua yapping voice (no offense to Chihuahuas, I used to have one!) that has a running critical commentary on every single thing happened every single second of my life and how to start the process of quieting the little bitch down.
I’m having a bout of hibernatey-ness right now. When I get like that, my mornings start off with that voice piping up about 3 seconds after I open my eyes, canceling everything I have planned for the day – I’m tired, I didn’t get enough sleep, I’m stiff, you can go to yoga tomorrow, skip that Pilates class, you don’t feel like talking to anyone today. If what I did every day were decided in the first 30 minutes after I got up, everything I ever tried to do would be canceled.
The book tells you to start thinking of that voice as a person, and then put the person on the couch or next to you in bed with that same running commentary. If I did have someone like that in my life that followed me around canceling my life, criticizing the weather, my ankles, my not doing vashistasana while I”m having shoulder problems, I’d shoot them in about 30 minutes and throw their body out the front door.
Um, this is NOT me doing vashistasana with or without shoulder injuries. Mine has never looked that good.
Now I’m paying attention. That voice has arguments over and over in my head with other people who I don’t even know if I’m mad at, plans out the rest of my life furiously and changes it every minute. My response now is to mutter “Clip the String, Chatty Cathy” and laugh and move on. It feels like this might take a while to quiet that voice even a little, and there are times, especially in a prolonged single leg standing flow series that I think she’s so right, I AM tired and should just sit down and get a nice long drink of water and bug out early for final shavasana.
I’m feeling a little dualish these days as I sort out that stupid voice and hopefully find a way to meditation and quiet and peace. Wouldn’t that be lovely? To enjoy every single second of your life without The Critic narrating how you feel?
So apologies for the No Perfume day! I will make up for it next week with the Neela Vermeire new release review, plus I am planning a violet guide for July – early suggestions welcome! To make up for it, I’ll give away 3 sample sets of the two new Le Labos – Lys and Ylang -and the new Amouage Fate to commenters. So does anyone else beside me go into hibernation in summertime? I’m trying to figure out why. I think it was that farm upbringing. Summer was a serious fun downer. We worked like dogs all summer, it was our busiest time, and I always counted the days for school to start so I could have some free time! I don’t like the heat – I’m a Pita ayurvedically – so I don’t like being outside once it gets above about 85, unless there’s a big body of salted water nearby. You? Or do you have your own Chatty Cathy or Chatty Chad cluttering up your brain?