I’m off to DC for work this morning, and I didn’t want to get up early enough to go to the gym for a real workout, so I decided to make it a yoga day. I don’t feel like what I did counts as working out since I didn’t do it for long, but it felt nice. It was quiet and peaceful and full of stretching. And I think I needed it to balance out the very stressful dream about traveling to Peru. We were packing to get ready for the big vacation, but I couldn’t remember the name of the town or area in Peru we were going to, so I couldn’t look up the weather forecast, and I didn’t know what to pack. I was scanning my email for the details, but all I could find were pictures of goats, and none of them were captioned with the name of the town. Very stressful. Then John’s alarm went off, and I bolted upright, arms flailing, totally startled awake. I hate alarms. I needed yoga.
Now I’m eating my breakfast of granola and yogurt, listening to the yoga station on Pandora (which is great until the ad breaks – jarring), and glancing at the clock to see how much more time I have before I have to get in the shower and get moving (not much). But that way leads to rushing and stress, and who needs that?