Book ,'Serenity'
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I ended up crying during yoga yesterday—confluence of results and emotions and music and words spoken by the person who led the class.
That's happened to me a lot, in yoga. After my grandma died last year, I would just cry and cry while moving through the poses. I think it's a physical letting go and relaxation that causes some pent up emotional stuff to flow out.
heh, yoga emotion x-post!
Thanks Steph and meara, it's good to have my suspicions confirmed. I guess I'll be going easy on the coffee for the next little while.
Hey I have a question for our pharma buffista. I am now taking Advair and I was wondering if there's anything in there that could make me feel a bit speedy?
Oh, hell yes. I totally take mine in the mornings. And switch to tea (less caffeine, easier to drink just the planned one or two cups and then I can switch to decaf and not pout) when things are bad enough I have to take Sudafed too. Which is, you know, Spring. And some of Summer. And Fall. Also Winter.
The cable we had installed this morning is not working so we have to have the cable company come back on Sunday morning now. On the plus side we have invited ourselves over to Victor and thessaly's for Fringe tonight. Have I mentioned today yay for good friends?
Maria, I am glad you have answers. I am sorry that you needed them but glad you have answers.
Any lawyer type Buffista want to send a letter to VK's lawyer? He's trying to only pay a partial amount of an invoice for services already rendered. He had his lawyer send me the letter and I'm not really willing to back off just because he thinks I will if I get something from a lawyer. I also figure even if I just push back a bit the extra fees he will have to pay his lawyer will easily surpass the amount he's trying to get out of paying me.
Damn, VK, that's cold.
I have stories.
I ended up crying during yoga yesterday—confluence of results and emotions and music and words spoken by the person who led the class. Kind of embarrassing.
Oh my. I totally feel for you. There must be something in the air.
I cried in public yesterday...just a series of well intentioned, yet painful comments, paired with physical strain and frustration. Result: embarrassing tears.
Bless your heart. I'm wishing you peace.