So there you have it. It's not about numbers. It's not about the challenge. It's not about what I can or cannot do. Its my new life. It's my journey. I sought out my own two eyes in the mirror tonight and said "Hi!" and I was home.....
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Day 101: A return home
Today was 530 with Oksana. She taught a nice smooth class, perfect temp. It was awesome. There was no drama, no carnage, nobody leaving the room....just yoga. I arrived there and hung out with Karen before class. We were sitting on the benches before class, comisserating with some other yogis about the brutal Roberta class Monday. I was content, happy, home. Sure, I had to put up with some ribbing when I walked in today. Young Patrick, threw his arms up, smiled his big smile and said "where were you! what happened!" Darla was there too and she also asked me what happened. I just scanned in , signed in and set my yoga bag down, ready to fess up. I smiled, a huge wide smile and said "I just had a meltdown, what can I say? I hit a wall and I just had enough". Darla (she's a teacher) said "cool, that's a meltdown teacher training style. That's a good thing". I grinned, picked up my bag, said "I'm here today, because I want to be, because this is what I do" and strode into the locker room, happy as a clam.