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Patti Cocciolo Yoga
Sing it with me, “What a difference a year makes…. 8,760 little hours….”
Sigh.
A year ago today, over the course of about 10 hours, our house flooded from the inside. With damage to about 50% of our home sweet home, Harry and I decided to make lemonade out of lemons and proceed with a remodel that we had planned to do...in about five years.
At one time or another, I've been a student, an advertising person, a musician, a writer, an actor, a wife, a mother, a marathon runner, a yoga teacher...sometimes all at once. It's sounds a little schizophrenic, and maybe it is. But it's all I know. When I want to do something, I do it. It's a mishmash, for sure, but it's my mishmash. And my guess is, most of you have a mishmash of your own, too.
I love to Stand Up Paddle. I fantasize about having my own board, hoisting it up on my car, and taking off to paddle anywhere and everywhere. I imagine a wardrobe of rash guards, and maybe a special pair of Cudas or Tevas, just for my new life on my board. And a paddle. Oh, a paddle. My very own, extra-long paddle, made especially for a woman of Amazonian height.
