You guys? Go on a yoga retreat. I'm serious. In fact, I'm incapable of being cynical ever again.** We slept on the floor of a schoolhouse. There was this beautiful sunny room and nice people and a really cute dog with a huge head and a hot tub under a clear night sky. Not to mention the 10 hours of yoga. I got into a good, comfortable shoulder stand for my first inversion ever. And I liked wheel pose. And my ego didn't freak out when I couldn't get my head on the floor in whatever that was. And my spine feels more solid and aligned than it ever has in my entire life. And I have to stop before I start talking about my heart chakra on my weblog and am forced to make some cynical comment about myself talking about my heart chakra on my weblog, because I want to hold on to this for just a little bit longer.
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*my dad kept calling it that on the phone. No yogurt was actually consumed on the yogurt retreat, however.
**or until I stop being sore, or until I hear our commander in chief say "nucular" again. Whichever comes first.
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