The homestudy update (and bill) came in the mail while we were on vacation. I'm pretending like it didn't happen. For anyone who has a dog, this is how I feel: Someone is shaking the paperwork in front of my face and I'm looking right, looking left, up down and sideways to avoid seeing it. What? What paper? Why are you yelling at me? I have no idea why you're so angry. Wow, who chewed up that towel? Or maybe that's just my dog.
Anyway, I can't stand myself anymore. I have to break out, let go, and get over it. I have no control over this process and that's the way it is. We don't get to have control over anything except how we react to the silence from the agency when we are in striking range. So far, my reaction has been pure unadultered rage. It's time to attempt a change, or at least a slight cooling off period.
That's where yoga comes in. My yoga studio offered up a deal for unlimited yoga over the summer. I decided that I need a space where there is little talk of children, and a whole lot of introspection, forced as it may be. So, I signed up and my goal for this week is to take a 8 classes in a row starting this past Sunday. After that, at least 5 times a week mixed up with boot camp for the rest of the summer. I like pilates too, but I feel like I get a much better mind/body workout with yoga. The combination of the music, the flow, breathing, and the (admittedly what seems to be endless prattle sometimes) lessons the instructor is teaching force my mind to slow down and focus.