that one time at yoga (humor me, patience).

24 Apr

i know, this post is obnoxiously long…so i won’t be offended if you simply scroll to the bottom.

you can read about my underwear!

wait. what?


yeah, wednesday!

half-way-through-the-week day? hump day?


real mature.

so. today.

in typical edie-fashion, i was right on time running late to an evening vinyasa yoga class.

and it was one of those…i-really-need-yoga-today, days. because, well. just because.

deadlines. and e-mails. and excel spreadsheets.

and dirty laundry. and dirty dishes. and dirty….OK. you get the picture.

you ever have those days? like every day? me too.

um. also. i waited until the absoluteLATESTmilisecond to get my copy-editing completed today.

3:59:59 p.m., baby!


so. after quickly changing, and with about 30 seconds to spare, i rolled into class to find the room mat-to-mat. literally.

and, of course, the only cozy suffocating spot left, was smack-dab  in between two men.

…who had already started sweating.


anyway, i got all situated and immediately started impatiently second-guessing my decision to come to class.

ummmm is it over yet?

but actually, why did i even come?

and wait, did i seriously spend an hour on pinterest, pinning those stupid e-cards?

etc. etc. etc.

but. then the instructor started talking. and she said, “today’s mantra is about ‘patience.'”



that word is as foreign to me as ‘low-maintence’ is to every actress housewife on the real housewives of orange county. or beverly hills. your choice!

shit. where was i?

oh, patience. so yeah. p a t i e n c e.

what’s that? it’s a skill!

and sometimes i feel like i need a bumper sticker that says: SHIT FRUSTRATION HAPPENS.

FYI, there are plenty of reasons to be impatient.

and you can either whip out the victim card, drive yourself crazy, or behave irritably. 

or ALL THREE! (cue: temper tantrum.)

on the contrary, you can also transform frustration with…..patience.

[light bulb: on.]

instead of using FRUSTRATION to fuel my yoga practice, i tried to exhibit a little bit of patience.

  • patience for the two men dripping THEIR sweat on MY mat (cue: gag).
  • patience for my wandering mind (cue: i really just want some chicken tamales and a margarita right now).

so, patience. try it.

but. i get it. it’s way easier said than done.

sometimes all you need to do is take a deep, deep breath. and move on. and well, that’s karma. good things will come your way.

oh! and before i go…

as i was walking out of the studio, i dropped my underwear on the floor.

and uh, they weren’t exactly modest. or a nude color. or cotton.

so yeah.

hastily patiently picked them up. and strutted out of the studio.

all patient and stuff.

karma? idk.

(signed, the post-grad.)

3 Responses to “that one time at yoga (humor me, patience).”

  1. Ches Thompson April 24, 2013 at 10:26 pm #

    hahaha! So you! I think patience (or the lack of it) also sums up my day too.

  2. Meredith Mayo April 24, 2013 at 11:24 pm #

    I can’t help but be reminded of that time in Munich when you realized you had been traveling all day with underwear stuck in the leg of your pants…HA!

  3. Ann Griffiths April 25, 2013 at 7:22 am #

    try some deep breathing reading spiritual stuff daily word Jesus calling joel osteen has helped your grandmother ann g thur her shiy went to carwash by myself yesterday first tme in months kisses

    Date: Thu, 25 Apr 2013 03:18:31 +0000 To:

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