A while back ago I was told that yoga would be good for me. Not just good for my body but for my mind and soul, too. I was in.
I went to a few free classes and I was informed that yoga is not for everyone. I have a curved spine which makes getting the posture right difficult and I have little to no balance. Seriously. I can tip over from a slight breeze. My first class I got an inspiration pep talk. “It’s just your first time! There is a learning curve.” I guess it was my third class when I was informed that perhaps I should practice with videos at home or get personal instruction.
I know exactly what they were thinking “O.M.G – there’s she goes again – watch her go!” “This chick is a tipsy lawsuit waiting to happen!” And while the idea of one on one instruction seemed like a good idea, especially since there would be somebody right there to help me if I went feet up, but it just wasn’t in my budget.
Down here in South Texas things are a lot more laid back. Unless you’re driving in which case everybody is a light running, honk at you half a second after the light turns green for being a slow mambajamba, horn beepin’ for no good dang reason a-hole. You’ll see a sweet looking old lady and she’ll be all road ragin’ you because she doesn’t realize that she ISN’T in a turn lane.
But most other times people are so relaxed about things. Before I moved here I had flown in to visit Rob and I didn’t have a car. He had work during the day so I walked down to the convenience store on the corner when I got antsy. I felt so sorry for the poor girl working the cashier and she apologized that the wait was so long. I made a comment about how they should have somebody there to help her and she said something to the effect of ” the guy who was supposed to work with her just didn’t come in today.” And then I said something like, “oh, no! I hope he doesn’t lose his job”. It was explained that he wouldn’t get fired he just wouldn’t get paid. Um, what? Every job I’ve ever had if I just decided to not show up without even a call and left work severely understaffed they would not have hesitated to fire me right away. Apparently there is a “manana attitude” which doesn’t necessarily mean tomorrow as it would seem to imply. It just means not today.
But I’ve gotten sidetracked here. As my booty keeps expanding I decided that I’m going to give yoga the old college try one more time. After all, I have like 5 pairs of yoga pants the least I can do is do something other than sleep in them and go to the grocery store in them every once in a while :)
So I did what I always seem to do and I made a DIY mandala yoga mat that I am in LOVE with! Rob was so sweet to go with me out to the resaca and take pictures of my gorgeous mat in a really quite and serene setting. At least it was quiet until I got loud “I can’t hold these poses for very long! Can you take the picture already?!” :)
Head on over to Mom Spark to see how I made this gorgeous yoga mat and have the prettiest in the whole studio!