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Not that I'm keeping track or anything...
Jan. 28th, 2011 11:53 pmBut I have now officially been single for two straight years.
I think the way I've spent this evening shows that I've come to terms with this fact quite nicely.
I left work at five and rode the express bus to the South Loop. From there I walked to CorePower Yoga on Roosevelt and Clinton, where I've been practicing once a week thanks to a Groupon. I did a 60-minute Hot Power Fusion class where I sweated out all the stress of the week, and reached that blissful state where your mind stops ping ponging from one thought to another long enough to stop and soak up some quiet serenity.
From there, feeling stretched but also cleansed, I rode the bus back toward Michigan Avenue and treated myself to a veggie sandwich on flatbread at Subway before hopping the Red Line to the Blue Line to home.
I took a long, luxurious hot shower. I had some chocolate. And now I'm in comfy clothes, catching up on WWE.
Is this the most exciting way to spend a Friday night? No.
Could I have done something else? Like take myself to a movie, perhaps? Or check out one of several reading events being held in the city? Sure.
But for once, instead of running myself ragged trying to make sure I don't miss out on anything, I listened to what my body and mind needed. And that happened to be time spent doing nothing but breathing and challenging my strength and moving slowly and deliberately. At times it was difficult, and there were a few moments where I wanted to collapse, but I kept at it until final savasana, knowing that the moments of peace to be had during that pose would make all the struggle worthwhile.
This might be a stretch, but I feel like this experience serves as the perfect metaphor for my life as a whole. Which is kind of nice to observe, because it means I'm doing my best to just keep on keeping on.
I think the way I've spent this evening shows that I've come to terms with this fact quite nicely.
I left work at five and rode the express bus to the South Loop. From there I walked to CorePower Yoga on Roosevelt and Clinton, where I've been practicing once a week thanks to a Groupon. I did a 60-minute Hot Power Fusion class where I sweated out all the stress of the week, and reached that blissful state where your mind stops ping ponging from one thought to another long enough to stop and soak up some quiet serenity.
From there, feeling stretched but also cleansed, I rode the bus back toward Michigan Avenue and treated myself to a veggie sandwich on flatbread at Subway before hopping the Red Line to the Blue Line to home.
I took a long, luxurious hot shower. I had some chocolate. And now I'm in comfy clothes, catching up on WWE.
Is this the most exciting way to spend a Friday night? No.
Could I have done something else? Like take myself to a movie, perhaps? Or check out one of several reading events being held in the city? Sure.
But for once, instead of running myself ragged trying to make sure I don't miss out on anything, I listened to what my body and mind needed. And that happened to be time spent doing nothing but breathing and challenging my strength and moving slowly and deliberately. At times it was difficult, and there were a few moments where I wanted to collapse, but I kept at it until final savasana, knowing that the moments of peace to be had during that pose would make all the struggle worthwhile.
This might be a stretch, but I feel like this experience serves as the perfect metaphor for my life as a whole. Which is kind of nice to observe, because it means I'm doing my best to just keep on keeping on.
