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ironymaideni'm reading the first of my takeaways from Norwescon: The Brain That Changes Itself by Norman Doidge.
one of the recurring themes is "neurons that fire together wire together" - research shows that associating an activity or emotion with something else that happens simultaneously will bind them together in our brains. i'm chewing on this as i try, again, to make regular exercise a habit that sticks.
i've been back in yoga classes for about four weeks. since it's been a long time since i practiced regularly, i'm way out of shape, and i'm dragging along C (who has never attended a class) we took the neighborhood studio's into series. it starts with basics and adds more asanas each session. this meant that it was only last night that we did pigeon pose in class.
as i held it, tears started to roll. hip openers, and sometimes balances, bring up crazy shit for me. this time, after class i was angrier than i've been in a long time. pretty much everything that crossed my path enraged me and i had no inhibitions about expressing my feelings instantly. (i've worked very hard to place a governor between my brain and my mouth, with a limited degree of success. otherwise i have that Saggitarian superpower where i blurt exactly the wrong thing at the wrong time.) C went into a similar place, which was kind of hysterical in retrospect because we had nothing more serious to shout at each other about than a disagreement about the proper disposal of eggshells.
this kind of thing is notorious, but i'm never entirely ready for it. i've never been angry before - usually i get hit with memories i didn't want to examine. i have to keep in mind that this will mostly pass as i practice regularly.
one of the recurring themes is "neurons that fire together wire together" - research shows that associating an activity or emotion with something else that happens simultaneously will bind them together in our brains. i'm chewing on this as i try, again, to make regular exercise a habit that sticks.
i've been back in yoga classes for about four weeks. since it's been a long time since i practiced regularly, i'm way out of shape, and i'm dragging along C (who has never attended a class) we took the neighborhood studio's into series. it starts with basics and adds more asanas each session. this meant that it was only last night that we did pigeon pose in class.
as i held it, tears started to roll. hip openers, and sometimes balances, bring up crazy shit for me. this time, after class i was angrier than i've been in a long time. pretty much everything that crossed my path enraged me and i had no inhibitions about expressing my feelings instantly. (i've worked very hard to place a governor between my brain and my mouth, with a limited degree of success. otherwise i have that Saggitarian superpower where i blurt exactly the wrong thing at the wrong time.) C went into a similar place, which was kind of hysterical in retrospect because we had nothing more serious to shout at each other about than a disagreement about the proper disposal of eggshells.
this kind of thing is notorious, but i'm never entirely ready for it. i've never been angry before - usually i get hit with memories i didn't want to examine. i have to keep in mind that this will mostly pass as i practice regularly.
