This morning I attended my weekly meridian yoga class.
My feelings during class are usually ones of peace, calm, and clarity. I enjoy it because in addition to the physical workout, it focuses on energy channels in the body. Leaving me feeling clear and invigorated.
But this morning's class felt very different. Miserably so.
My body felt thick, tight, and fidgety. My mind was racing and wouldn't settle down. And the prevailing voice in my head as we went through the opening poses was one of a cranky, overtired 5 year old. The tranquil smile...
When I was in gradeschool, there were some mean kids, who would just show up at random and screw up my day.
They made fun of my outfit. Or said my hair looked stupid. Or my bookbag was ugly. Nothing escaped their notice. The most miniscule things could incite their mean spirited critiques. I reasoned with them. I yelled at them. I cried. I told the teacher. Nothing, it seemed, could stop their petty torments.
Until one day I decided enough was enough! I was DONE. I was who I was, and I no longer was going to let myself care...