My Yoga Green Book record has been a little spotty in the past few days. I contemplated deleting the previous posts in the yoga series and acting like nothing happened—a tried-and-true tactic in my 22 years of being EXTRA. However, I found some inspiration to keep on trucking during my daily commute.
On Saturday, I began a month-long free trial of Yoga Green Book. So far, each new yoga lesson has brought an important life lesson along with it.
There’s a yoga poster on the wall in my bedroom, left behind by it’s last tenant. I never bothered to take it down or even look at it until very recently. I moved into this apartment at the beginning of July, and I didn’t want to make it mine in any way. Partly because it’s a sublet, which by definition is not mine. But then on a deeper level, I wanted to believe this was all temporary. That’s what I had to believe. When I moved in four months ago, without a job or a clue where to go next, I was sure one thing only: I didn’t like where I was. Theoretically I knew I wouldn’t be jobless forever, but at that point it was difficult to see the theoretical.
Now it’s November and I am somewhere else, though I sit and sleep in the same sublet. As funny as it is to say, I think I’ve changed a lot since living here. Maybe even grown.