On my way to a yin yoga workshop at 8:30 a.m. This is completely out of character for me. Firstly 8:30 a.m. on a Saturday is meant for third and fourth cups of espresso in the safety of my kitchen, not for interacting with the hoi polloi. Secondly, a yoga class that doesn’t express concepts such “hot,” “fast” or “you might die during this experience” have never interested me. If I wanted to just sit around, I can do that for free, on my couch, eating Sour Patch Kids. To say I am a little bit of a person of extremes would be completely accurate.
The workshop was not bad, though I did convince myself beforehand that dying of boredom and Namaste was imminent. It was definitely slow and the teachers were definitely #blessed but keeping my expectations very low/nonexistent made it feel worthwhile. I’m sure I won’t do this again but at least I tried and didn’t scream at anyone inside my own head. There it is…that bit of light peaking out from my historically “darker is better” mentality.
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