Sunday

I've been trying to go to yoga but must admit i've fallen off the bandwagon a bit. I feel sad because for the past year or so i was going almost four times a week. In Hawaii i was having so much fun going to my studio, my teacher, often with my best friend. We'd always chat about our yoga experiences after. That studio felt like a home. The teacher always knew what to say during class and i always knew he was kind of teaching me as an individual through teaching the class as a whole. It was such an empowering experience. My diet changed, my body changed, my mind changed. Looking back i can almost feel it.

Even when i moved here i tried so many different yoga studios. Tried all the "best" teachers in town. I loved it! Now that i'm working six days a week, i'm only going about twice a week. I know once i get in a routine things will fall into place but i miss it. Every Sunday morning my friend Shirley and i go to Maha Yoga in Brentwood. We go to Steve Ross's class. It's happy, it's hard, it's fun and he loves us so it's a great class for Sunday!