I know we are supposed to cut ourselves some slack on days when we just can’t get it together in yoga. Yesterday was so bad that I really did wonder if other people could hear the chatter in my mind!
Here’s some of the progression of my thoughts during my 75 minute class yesterday:
Why is the a woman so close to me? Her foot is almost in my face. Thank goodness she doesn’t have tattoos on her feet because she has them everywhere else. Wow, that tattoo on her arm is pretty colorful. I wonder where she got it and if it hurt. How do these women have such great arm and back muscles? Why can’t I have them? Maybe I need to eat more protein. Maybe I need to cut down on fat. On carbs. On nuts. Oh, I need to get some more trail mix at Costco. I really don’t want to go there today because it will be packed. I wonder how my friend is doing? He’s got a lot on his plate. What is it about Karma? What is the most important part of love? How do you know if you are in love? Gosh, that woman is so flexible. She must be young. She’s clearly not a runner. What time is it? Wonder what the kids are doing? The boys are playing too much Xbox. Why do we have so many box elder bugs in the house right now? Do I need to hire someone to come and get rid of them? I’ve got to do some research on that. What time is it? I’ve got to get some work done when I get home. I want to make some banana muffins too. Oh, we are doing our last vinyasa. Ok. I am going to focus now. Why does my flab seem to hang over when I touch my toes? Why can’t I touch my toes? What am I going to make for dinner? Maybe we can make burgers on the George Foreman. I wonder how to add the cheese to the burger. I need a George Foreman cookbook. I am not focused. I am going to try to focus now. We only have 5 minutes left … how many ceiling tiles are the size of my mat …?
Yup. Likely my least successful class thus far. I can only go up from here!
Have a clear-minded day!
theyearof50 
Love this. Love you. Thank you for unfurling your particular ticker tape of Monkey Brain. It’s a poetic delight and a loving reminder that everyone’s lawn –even the lawns of those high-functioning, mom-of-three lawyer types– has weeds. But here’s a contrarian thought: yes, we are aiming for clarity, mental peace and focus on the task at hand, but those pesky, choral dancing, firecracker launching weeds that mar our serenity are the seedpods of creative thought and a bridge to intimacy. It’s always good to be reminded that we humans struggle with a lot of the same things. As comedic writer Joe Ancis said, “The only normal people are the ones you don’t know very well.”
I am going to put this on my facebook page. You are such an amazing writer and very funny! Love you too! Jessica