divine angst

I got a private yoga class today!

Basically, none of the other women in my class (yeah, they’re all women in my Wednesday lunchtime class) showed up today. It’s a small class anyway, but today it was EXTRA small. Just me and the teacher. So she put me through the ropes! My legs? Still shaky, an hour and 15 minutes later. Even my hands are shaky. I am SO going to hurt tomorrow.

Still, it was a GREAT class! It catered to MY yoga wants–lots of pigeon pose and triangle pose, and some hardcore downward dog. My legs haven’t shaken that much in a yoga class in YEARS. But when you’re the only student, you can’t really cheat on form and hope the teacher is more concerned about someone else. No sir!

I really wish I could take a nap right now. But I don’t really have time since I’ve been so procrastinate-y lately. So I’ll just relax in the comfy office chair and keep writing.

Last night, as I was lying in bed, preparing to drop off to sleep, I had the BEST idea for a post! It was great! I was all but writing in my head as I lay there, listening to the humidifier and the traffic outside our (open) window. It was a compare-and-contrast type post, talking about two things and which was better or worse and why. It was witty, timely, interesting, and I was really getting into the idea.

Of course, I remember none of it this morning.

This despite thinking to myself, “I’m not going to remember any of this in the morning. I’d better repeat those two things that this post is about to myself, several times, like I do when I’m learning someone’s name, so they are committed to my memory.”

Needless to say, the repeating it to myself thing didn’t work. It’s OK. I need to be writing something else this morning anyway. (Um, notably, that something is not this post. Hee!)