So, this morning when I went into yoga I had rage.
I got one of those work-related emails that surprise you at first, then hurts really bad, then knocks you on your butt. Then you have the rage.
Like the I'm going to hit something with a shovel rage.
Fortunately for me, and for the writer of said email, I went to Hatha I.
We bent. We balanced. We twisted. We dogged. I sweated and panted and possibly grunted a little.
I breathed. A lot.
One of the things that I know about yoga is that, when I'm doing yoga, that's all I can think about. I can't worry about work or deadlines or sales or pissed off editors or nasty reviews or...
I think about not falling down.
I think about breathing.
I think about how my butt hurts or how my rib just popped back in (yay).
If I'm super lucky, I stop thinking and just am for a few seconds.
Today, Zelinda offered me a place to just let the rage go. Am I still mad? Yeah. Yeah, I really am, and my feelings are hurt, but it happens and I'll fix it or I won't and I can breathe and delete the email instead of reading it obsessively.
Go Yoga. Saving lives, one downward dog at a time.
Namaste, y'all.
S.
Class info:
Location: The Yoga Room
Class type: Hatha I
Teacher: Zelinda
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