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An Epiphany at Yoga

I tried a new yoga class today. It doesn’t fit in my schedule well but I wanted to get to a class with plenty of balance poses and inversions.

I got there and this very young very handsome instructor was there. He had the whole Brad Pitt square jaw happening, the perfectly tousled hair, tanned just so for an audition. He looked like every unemployed actor in the city, and he is just young enough that I could have birthed him if a condom broke when I was 19.

So I was basically unimpressed.

We started with a few ohms and then he talked about the changing of the season. I zoned out a little and then he asked us to think about making just one change. I thought about changing my office.

While in a tree pose he asked us to think again about the change we were going to make and asked us to visualize how things would look after the change was made. He went on to explain that we can’t do anything until we know where we’re going.

Pretty boy was pretty insightful.

So I tried to imagine my paperless office. I tried to visualize a clean work-space. I came  up absolutely blank. I have absolutely no clue what a nice office space would look like for me. I don’t have the tools to get this job done.

Now I’m going to have to go to inconvenient yoga every Thursday with the child yogi until I can visualize a clean office.


4 thoughts on “An Epiphany at Yoga”

    1. Oh no. Not the hots at all. I was really annoyed that he was there and thought the class would suck because he looked more like a cater waiter than a yogi but I was pleasantly surprised that I got a good workout for both body and brain.
      And I didn’t even have to burp him.

  1. I can’t remember the last time my office was actually completely cleaned-up, cleared-out and truly useable.  Maybe your child yogi is on to something.

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