tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post6722170946673536912..comments2023-10-07T03:12:02.883-04:00Comments on Suburban Matron: FlowBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06517252487552392654noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-53438412578142842532014-06-17T00:05:11.844-04:002014-06-17T00:05:11.844-04:00Are you going to blog again ever?
Running is Flow...Are you going to blog again ever?<br /><br />Running is Flow for me. Which may explain why I keep trying to do it despite the fact that I hate running.Keelyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06323783519078200647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-82150443157682222892014-05-22T18:14:19.086-04:002014-05-22T18:14:19.086-04:00I just wanted to come back here and tell you I hav...I just wanted to come back here and tell you I have thought about flow so much since you wrote this post. I started pilates around the new year, and it was so damn hard it was like Aimee said about rowing, like I dunno if it counts as flow because of how difficult and painful it was. Just the worst, with older ladies doing amazing things I couldn't dream of, and the teacher constantly poking my midsection and telling me to breathe with my rib cage and put my abs in places I didn't think they could go. I left feeling frustrated and despondent, and then I actually said out loud (I never talk to myself), "Fuck it." And I kept going back every week, and now I have flow! I am just one with the instructor, and I'm still the biggest screw-up in the room and she spends half her time correcting only me, but I'm not thinking about anything and just doing the poses. So yeah, flow.Justinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03807946719626251318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-10449315860273208402014-01-25T22:42:34.692-05:002014-01-25T22:42:34.692-05:00Oh. And cancer is dumb. Oh. And cancer is dumb. Life on The Rowland Ranchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17966045635904433527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-73162773627997845292014-01-25T22:40:43.187-05:002014-01-25T22:40:43.187-05:00I think I get in the flow when I read your blog. I...I think I get in the flow when I read your blog. I go to my little happy place and forget everything else. I laugh out loud and my husband asks me why, but I'm too much in the flow to take the time to explain. Life on The Rowland Ranchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17966045635904433527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-83649164113288234032014-01-24T01:54:21.219-05:002014-01-24T01:54:21.219-05:00Flow -- definitely writing. Sometimes it feels lik...Flow -- definitely writing. Sometimes it feels like I'm channeling something or someone.<br /><br />And all hail to the Fuck Cancer refrain.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-40179040156102047212014-01-18T08:04:35.934-05:002014-01-18T08:04:35.934-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Mary McMullen-Light, WAC Coordinatorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18040790686718396033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-17289077093906190402014-01-16T19:19:19.789-05:002014-01-16T19:19:19.789-05:00Hiking on rocky trails in Tucson gives me the flow...Hiking on rocky trails in Tucson gives me the flow. To avoid breaking an ankle while walking as fast as I can, attention must be paid to where the feet are placed. It's all consuming, it's good. Allisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02475433199308666648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-65921523540224381822014-01-16T15:35:39.370-05:002014-01-16T15:35:39.370-05:00I found CrossFit. That hour every day is the only ...I found CrossFit. That hour every day is the only time that I don't think about anxiety, or how anxiety is taking over my mind, or if I'll be able to sleep because of my anxiety. I have to concentrate on my lifts and exercises to do them properly and am always surprised at the end of class that I haven't thought about anxiety once. (Then I get anxious that I haven't been thinking about it- just kidding.) It's so freeing and addicting!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13972287697967597721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-72851745822510133942014-01-16T15:31:22.596-05:002014-01-16T15:31:22.596-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Amy C. (TSD)https://www.blogger.com/profile/08185352035329499719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-85519258060785549992014-01-15T19:54:29.121-05:002014-01-15T19:54:29.121-05:00For me, it's that state of un-self-consciousne...For me, it's that state of un-self-consciousness I get when take my power walks. It's not that walking fast requires my undivided attention, it's that thinking comes so easy when I walk so that after awhile I 'finish' thinking and go to another place in my mind.michiganmehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17382981338459247426noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-61123971629675340362014-01-14T20:52:26.494-05:002014-01-14T20:52:26.494-05:00I am with you on fucking that fucking cancer. My ...I am with you on fucking that fucking cancer. My daughter is 2 years healthy now, but still lots of reminders. I have two flows - gardening outside and quilting indoors. one day I was out in the garden, my neighbor had to grab my arm to get my attention. She asked me what I thought about when I was gardening... and the answer is nothing, just dirt. So glad you are healthy, and such an entertaining blogger. If I was a writer, I'd want to be like you. :)<br />Pamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04284136308875776151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-41415705410760477852014-01-14T19:38:33.129-05:002014-01-14T19:38:33.129-05:00Flow when reading a good fiction book, does that c...Flow when reading a good fiction book, does that count? Like, when you lose yourself completely in the story?<br /><br />Rowing, to a certain extent, but it's so difficult and often painful, it's not quite the same... but yeah, I forget about the kids and bills and PTSA paperwork while I row.<br /><br />Fuck cancer, indeed. Wish you could come out and do Relay with us sometime... would be a blast! Only not so helpful on making it forgettable furniture, eh?Aimeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11061040044649042779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-13604836942605539222014-01-14T18:42:09.822-05:002014-01-14T18:42:09.822-05:00I flow when I swim and run. I couldn't surviv...I flow when I swim and run. I couldn't survive without either. My head is usually a mess of worry and anxiety. And I know what you mean about the cancer. I set an alarm take synthroid every morning at 4 or 5 am, as I will for the rest of my life. It's my new reality.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01331436928750620856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-45634052306936351512014-01-14T17:56:50.163-05:002014-01-14T17:56:50.163-05:00lots of good stuff, here--this is one to print out...lots of good stuff, here--this is one to print out & tape on the bathroom mirror :) the other night my husband and I were having fun on a website that had a bunch of little rounds (you know, like "row row your boat") mostly from the renaissance, and we were just singing through them one after the other. it was so life-giving, that singing together. sometimes when we sing, the sound we make kind of exists as a thing by itself, and I can almost look at it as an observer instead of a participant (there is a particular arrangement of the Agnus Dei by Schubert we sometimes sing in church that is like that). I'm not sure it is quite the same flow found during aerobic activity, but it feels good for me in the same way :)AlGalMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10079585115981856591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-70622951726718505102014-01-14T16:55:40.140-05:002014-01-14T16:55:40.140-05:00Amen! Maybe I should take up tennis.
I'm not...Amen! Maybe I should take up tennis. <br /><br />I'm not sure if I have anything where I "flow". Preaching, maybe. Does that sound weird? Lol<br /><br />Are weeee getting a New Yr card??Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07969357513275063157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-47311181831432966972014-01-14T16:43:38.553-05:002014-01-14T16:43:38.553-05:00Yk, on the one hand, I am conflicted to report thi...Yk, on the one hand, I am conflicted to report this, but on the other, I have no shame: when I am out in the world working on the people to do what needs to be done, getting extra, getting noticed, getting over, it's like -- I can't describe it. <br /><br /><br />Every circumstance is different, but I know exactly whom to approach and what words to use & how to graciously & gracefully extricate myelf to move on with my goods. And everyone always leaves every encounter happy, so idk. It's really like tuning into a frequency or stepping into the light. I dunno. But yes. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-9873930295821459272014-01-14T14:35:37.160-05:002014-01-14T14:35:37.160-05:00The other day Devin asked why I said Happy New Yea...The other day Devin asked why I said Happy New Year to someone when it was well after the first. I said what you said, 'When you see someone for the first, you can say it." He thought that sounded okay.<br /><br />Yoga is usually my flow and sometimes reading (especially your blog !) does it or cooking. Erika Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10616267564975552152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-63163472541098532932014-01-14T13:39:05.627-05:002014-01-14T13:39:05.627-05:00Painting tends to put me into a "flow" s...Painting tends to put me into a "flow" state of mind. I only wish it would burn the same calories as tennis. <br /><br />I delegate all Christmas/New Year card writing to the estimable husband. I will compose a pithy letter some years but I try not to make it a habit. <br /><br />I agree with Lisa and Beth, fuck cancer. I'm especially pissed because another friend is going into surgery next week. So it is very much on my mind right now.<br />Michelehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14995260386315141412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-83737602959474072662014-01-14T13:18:49.614-05:002014-01-14T13:18:49.614-05:00You know, you are really lucky to have that activi...You know, you are really lucky to have that activity, and to have found it. Laura is, too! I don't know that I have something that consistently makes me flow. I wonder, do you think that the timing of starting your hobby has anything to do with its flow capacity? I mean, since you started playing when you were in the midst of the whole boob thing, do you think it somehow gave you more flow or something? I dunno, I'm spitballing.<br /><br />Yah, fuck cancer.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05220334396409452136noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-74936314085691895752014-01-14T11:14:14.252-05:002014-01-14T11:14:14.252-05:00Most definitely fuck cancer. I'm glad you fou...Most definitely fuck cancer. I'm glad you found your flow! I, too, am still addressing my New Year's cards. Phew, glad I'm not the only one!Lisa Lilienthalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03152500885897993371noreply@blogger.com