When I went to yoga on Tuesday night, I felt like a fat Garfield in the midst of sleek cats. I left after an hour, too discouraged to stay for Savasana. Apparently, after a too-long absence, I'd chosen the wrong class--as most of the students were standing on their hands.
Today I returned--but this time to gentle yoga--a class of women my age. I could do all the easy poses.
After yoga, Janet P and I had lunch at YaYa's next door--good healthy Thai food.
Janet introduced me to a new word--micro-agression: those little tiny gestures and words that seem to convey anger or ill-will. The recipient of these stings may not be sure if they are intentional or not.
Janet suggested finding micro-bliss moments--little moments of bliss to spice up our days. Even a relatively bad day can be leavened with small sips and bites of delicious.
I think my daily runs to get a fountain Diet Coke (with two bites of chocolate) count for micro-bliss moments. Waking up from a nap is micro-bliss.
And so, having indulged in the first two already, I'm ready to nap!
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