23 November, 2013

Bad choices and parallel lines

Today was vinyasa with Sean.

It was a free class. As such, it was absolutely packed. That brings me up against my desire to have space. I want my mat staggered with person next to me so I can sweep my arms out instead of the Baptistian sweeping forward that clearly evolved for purpose of packing studios. But as it got full I had to comply. And it raises the question of why am I more resistant to following those rules than others. I am seemingly defiant! Even after class started, I scooched my mat forward when I realized there was no one in front of me. Special treatment. Did my mother spoil me? Did she teach me I don't need to do anything I don't feel like doing? Heh. Who knows.

Class was tough. But good.

After class I met a friend for a drink, which turned out to be two drinks. Dehydrated from yoga. I became intoxicated. And the drinks were strong. The intoxication lingered through the evening and I spent the sleeping hours and most of Sunday headachy.

Not sure where my intelligence and discernment were with that one! But sometimes you have to go with the flow.

And color between the lines. 

Could there be a lesson for me in being obedient?

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