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The sardines of January
Jan. 11th, 2006 10:42 pmSo... now my mom has written back to me. Just when I was starting to feel like the real world was real again. Dammit. I really don't know about this whole project to become an integrated person. I mean, I do think it's good. But I don't want to be living in the past either (that sucks in general, and my past sucks in specific). The theoretic goodness is when I'm again living in the present, without remembering crap all the time but without any memories being in a locked box either.
Anyway, I felt good enough to go back to yoga today, the beginner class. I took![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dilletante with me as a guest, which was cool... it's the first time I've met someone IRL after meeting them solely through LJ (though I sincerely hope to add miyyu to the list later in 2006, if egg donation takes me to her geographic area as I suspect it will). It felt great to stretch again after so long, although there were definitely some twinges and cracks that wouldn't have been there without the week off. Oh, and also, we were packed in there like sardines. After a few minutes I knew why: the sardines in question had made New Year's resolutions. Frickin' sardines! I always see this happen in the weight room, but I just hadn't thought of it happening in the yoga studio. As a regular, I think I'll be avoiding the basics classes for the next month or so, while things get back to normal.
And now, after an amazingly long time of throwing little crumpled-up balls of paper for my cat Nala to swat, I'd better get some sleep. She may not be worn out, but I am.
Anyway, I felt good enough to go back to yoga today, the beginner class. I took
dilletante with me as a guest, which was cool... it's the first time I've met someone IRL after meeting them solely through LJ (though I sincerely hope to add miyyu to the list later in 2006, if egg donation takes me to her geographic area as I suspect it will). It felt great to stretch again after so long, although there were definitely some twinges and cracks that wouldn't have been there without the week off. Oh, and also, we were packed in there like sardines. After a few minutes I knew why: the sardines in question had made New Year's resolutions. Frickin' sardines! I always see this happen in the weight room, but I just hadn't thought of it happening in the yoga studio. As a regular, I think I'll be avoiding the basics classes for the next month or so, while things get back to normal.And now, after an amazingly long time of throwing little crumpled-up balls of paper for my cat Nala to swat, I'd better get some sleep. She may not be worn out, but I am.
