Today I found myself driving to Sunrise Yoga Studio (or at least TRYING to) cursing and swallowing back tears. I had taken a bath, shaved my legs, chosen the perfect "yoga" outfit (i.e. most comfy and least flashy), read the etiquette and description... I was GOING to a Mysore class! Even though I was nervous as I dunno what. I was going (insert expletive).
Got across the bridge (which always intimidates the poo out of me, what I despised about Vancouver city was that any second you could be on a bridge- which resulted in a lot of me shouting "Holy CRAP we're on a BRIDGE!!!!" and Andrew saying- "Yes... nice job Captain Obvious." sigh). Ok, tangent aside, after all the talk about how MacDonald Bridge is better than the MacKay... guess it really DOES matter which bridge you take to Dartmouth.
Because all of a sudden I realized the exit I knew was via the "other" bridge. Insert f-word.
Turned around and found myself in Burnside industrial park (the only reason I knew this was because there were signs. Not street signs cuz Halifax-Dartmouth suck at signage, but "Welcome to!" signs. At this point I had no idea how to get out of the park and tried to veer towards perhaps making it back to the entrance of the "other" bridge.
Instead I ended up right back to Woodland Avenue... a perfect circle of first wrong bridge entry. It was 7:50pm. Class started at 8pm. Any other time I may have just chalked it up to my silly "need a GPS taped to my forehead" disorder, but I had emailed Jack like THREE times saying I was going to his class. Stated it on facebook AND this blog (oh and twitter- but that's like a poof in the air really)... AND I had shaved my legs darnit!!
I marched back into our apartment and made a scary angry face for a while. I still had to practice Yoga and I *really* *really* didn't want to. I wanted to drink some beer and curl up.
Instead, I rolled out my mat and chose an Anusara class on Yogaglo. Even though I poked fun at the whole "move your organs back" (silly- organs can't really move, our muscles AROUND them move by conscious volition!), by the end of the class I was happy again.
I smiled at a crow who came crashing into a leafy section of the tree right outside our window. I marveled at how our apartment really looks like it's a treehouse apartment with all the leafy greens, like a little box suspended in a tree. I'm going to miss this tiny box. I sighed and let it go.
Although a lot of external reasons for my frustration remain (job, yoga community stuff, wedding stuff, blog stuff- not you guys though!) I'm no longer rip roaring ANGRY.
I let go my expectations to:
- be this great leader of Yoga in the Park.
- Ride my bike every single opportunity
- find ridiculously awesome eco-makeup and not spend a fortune
- solve this issues of the Halifax Yoga Community
- fix my parents' health. alright: be RESPONSIBLE for my parents' health
Lesson: every time I'm really angry-upset-p-od, DO YOGA.
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