blah into ahhh

This was not the best morning...I woke up late only find a new zit had magically appeared overnight to greet me in the bathroom mirror; I should have known right then . Rushing around the house, I barely made it on time to teach yoga class, and was unprepared. I'm always prepared, today was an exception. I spend hours thinking about flows and music, moving myself through all kinds of transitions until it feels just right; and then consider the time of day, students that consistently attend the class, and weather.  Yes, I even consider the weather, some might say I overly prepare. This is the way I do it so that I can truly pay attention to the students when I teach, not worrying about the details of anything else. Well not today. And then, as this catastrophic class was finally coming to an end and the students could lay to rest in Savasana, I hear a few loud conversations outside the door from people awaiting the following class. They were excited, not really aware of the people on the other side, needing a few moments of quiet and stillness before they went on with the rest of their busy day. I opened the door and asked people to please be quiet and they were more than cooperative, as they always are (THANK YOU)...except for 1. Every week, twice a week, I hear that voice echoing through the entire studio, through the walls and windows and doors. Each time, it happens while the students I am teaching are in Savasana and each time I ask "the voice" to please be quiet and each time she gets angry at me, huffing and puffing and using hand gestures that I interpret to mean "fuck you bitch".  Today I reached my boiling point! I had 2 obvious choices, I could either go out there, get in her face, and request that this person "shut the fuck up for the zillionth time" or I could just remain calm with my students and leave peacefully. I did neither. I did not confront her, I stayed with my students, but as for "walking away peacefully", not quite. I was steaming in my head, annoyed and pissed off, nothing peaceful about it. I left the studio quickly, wanting a do over and feeling terrible. I did not teach the quality of class in which I leave knowing that I did my best and I was angry at myself that I let "the voice" upset me so much. Off to my 2nd job, dog walking...ahhh, I could walk it off with some sweet puppy love. Nope, that didn't happen either. After a rather unpleasant conversation at the beginning of our walk, my phone got wet and starting dialing random numbers and codes. Ok, just a phone, just a conversation...but wait, I had a brilliant idea! My phone was already behaving like a she-devil, I'd get rid of it, get off the grid a bit, let fuse burn and destroy it. I got into my car and decided it I needed a cigarette, not happening either; I'd brought a smoke but no lighter. As I entered the driveway to our house, I took my phone and threw it as hard as I could, it actually felt good, awwlright, the day was getting better already. I spent the next hour chilling with my dog and calming down before I headed out again to teach another class. I'd worked out the kinks from the morning flow and was prepared for this one. However, when I entered the room and was stopped by a student who rarely attends the classes I teach and asked "what happened to you?", for this, I was not ready. Huh? "You used to be so rock and roll, your classes, you dancing...what happened to you?" Um, wow, really, okay then. Yes, that's what greeted me at the door. Felt soooooo good! I "used to be so rock and roll, what happened" to me?  Are ya kidding? I guess I'm just an old miserable, dated bromide. Okay then, let's start class, yippee! Oh, by the way, rule number 1, please don't insult the yoga teacher right before she's about to teach a class for you, please. Needless to say, it turned out to be a great class, I gave all that I had and it was a good learning experience. Necessary? No. Good lesson, I think yes.
I left feeling alright and headed to Verizon...let's just skip this part 'cause I know you have all been there and I need not elaborate on the experience.
Home again, I wasn't ready to throw in the towel just yet. I dressed and hydrated and headed off to take an hour and practice some yoga on the mat. It was amazing how all the little annoyances of the day seemed to roll right off of me with every drop of sweat. I worked hard, I got out of my head, and closed my eyes in Savasana knowing I had a chance to rest and recover from more than just the physical practice.
I stopped by my mom's house on my way home. Not only did I get warm welcome but she had made me the best vegan raspberry pie ever baked on this planet. A little later, my husband and I went for a walk on this suddenly beautiful evening and we spent the rest of the night chilling together with our 3 animal companions. Every breath is truly an opportunity to start again...and again, and again.

~namaste

...and yes, I've prepared for tomorrow and no, you are not "the voice" behind the door

~ the thoughts and opinions expressed above are solely mine and are in no way a reflection of those who are more highly evolved