the four buck yogi.

so this morning i felt well enough to go to yoga.

unfortunately, i was running late.

so naturally i was speeding down the road (okay, can i just say that i never speed. ever. so when i say i was speeding down the road it means i was doing approximately 53 in a 50 MPH zone. scandalous, i know)

so i was speeding down the road when i get waaay slowed up by a utility truck going 40! crap!

who goes 40 in a 50 MPH zone!?! losers, that's who!

i start getting all kvetchy at the driver in front of me, shouting out loud in the confines of my own truck, a few choice words and the whole nine yards, when it hits me.

double crap! i am not only breaking the law and risking life and limb speeding down the road now i'm getting all road ragey too!

all to get to yoga? what's wrong with this picture?

clearly someone needs more time with the buddha.

so i slowed down (to be fair, i had NO choice ) and took a deep breath and drove the rest of the way in relative calm.

who's the loser now, huh?

people are weird. we're late so we maximize and compound any potential drama by breaking the law and putting ourselves and those around us at risk. all to get to a desk, or an appointment, or yoga on time?

don't get me wrong, being late is not something i enjoy. in fact, i've been known to get fairly agro about it, but as i get older i am realizing i spend more time fretting about being late or hollering at the boybarians to hurry up or taking my anxiety out on the road than i should. all for what? a few minutes?

because if getting somewhere on time means doing any of those things, all with their own potential short term or long term risks, then it's not worth it. it seems like it is, or you don't even think about it, but it's not.

especially yoga! and 4 buck yoga to boot! good lord.

and while we're on the subject, i'll tell you what you get for your money when you do 4 buck yoga.

the last 10 minutes of yoga, which are typically reserved for the relaxation/corpse pose, deep breathing, closed eyes, low lights, and soothing music, coincide perfectly, as if planned by bruckheimer himself, with the first 10 minutes of arrival for the pre-school in the room next door.

namaste.

x.