join yoga class

I finally started yoga when I really needed it:
All at once at the end of last year, I broke up with my bf of 5 years, moved out on my own and left a crappy job.

It was an expensive, challenging time with a lot of change and stress, made worse by being single and ‘broke’ over the holidays.

There were days when I was doing vinyasa yoga twice a day every day, to help chill out, focus, clear my mind and work off all the nervous energy I had built up. It was great to see new muscle definition in my legs, have better balance and core strength, and to have moments where all my nervous internal dialog would be silenced.

It was a rough patch and yoga kept me focused and sane.

I now live in a great condo downtown, have a job that pays better (and works me harder) than any job I’ve had yet and have met a new guy.

I’m still doing yoga 3x week or more to keep me level!

Okay. So The ‘next wednesday’ idea? A shambles.
My determination: decidedly bush-league.

I was derailed by the Young Professionals committee I chair. It was legit: We had a meeting with the new Democratic Committee Communication Director and I was the facilitator. But I had a cold the next week, the next week I forgot…

Just when it seemed I could procastinate myself out of healthful bendiness, (insert euphemism for a small world occurrance that works in your favour here).

Get this: I went to a Reverend Horton Heat show with a long-lost buddy; it turns out she’s been going to the aforementioned yoga class and wanted to invite me, but didn’t know if I’d go.
Sweet.

So now, it’s on like Donkey Kong! In a few days I’ll have my ankles behind my neck with a whole roomful of people and for once, nobody will even think about taking their pants off.
;)

The living room is so much less conducive to frequent self-folding than the yoga class down the street. In t-minus 5 days, (this wednesday after work) I’m off to my first class.