Being somewhat bored over the past few weeks, I got excited when I saw a sign outside of Bamboo Yoga – a place that has been closed for the rainy season. It announced their grand opening for group yoga sessions and after reading the description of the class, their yoga meditation combo sounded exactly like something I needed. I’ve been really interested in meditation lately and seeing as I literally had nothing better (or else) to do, why not give it a shot? I planned on purchasing a ten class card and psyched myself up.
I gave up on solo yoga a long time ago. I wasn’t motivated to stand in a sticky room by myself doing postures without the guidance of a real instructor or mirror. It’s difficult without the momentum of the class carrying you through each posture. So this was the perfect way to reunite with my yoga mat (if I can pry it from under Matt seeing as it’s recently become his couch – he refuses to sit on cushioned wicker anymore cause it makes his butt go numb).
But the plan went downhill after a new girl came to town. With such a small population, faces are familiar and new tourists are pretty easy to spot. While her face was new, I could tell she wasn’t a tourist. She knew her way around, talked to local vendors, and bargained for coconuts on the side of the road. She also carried herself in a way that highly annoyed me.
Her posture was so good it was actually bad, like she hadn’t fully come out of a back bend before she decided to walk. Her tank top was rolled up to her nipples displaying the floral tattoo that decorated her ribcage. She swayed her hips while parading down the street. She flaunted.
In my head, I did the math. The dramatic posture, the recent opening of the yoga studio, the familiarity of her interactions…she could very well be the yoga instructor. I hoped I was wrong but on my way to inquire about the first class, my premonition stood correct. She was outside of the studio, dressed in formal yoga gear which covered more than her previous outfit, rewriting the studio specials that had been washed away from the rain. I kept walking.
Now, I know how shallow and petty this sounds and I hope you think no less of me because of an honest confession. But I’m confident that my 31 years of interactions have supplied me with a solid foundation to determine compatibility, even if based on only a few characteristics. I couldn’t picture her guiding my mind to stillness. Especially when I have a feeling she probably stretches her words and pierces her Ss.
I guess I can thank her for allowing me a free dose of self-realization though. I like to think of myself as open minded, welcoming and warm. But I guess I can be easily led by an intuition that might be a little critical at times…even a bit hasty. Maybe we can work on that but not with Little Miss Look At Me. I stand by that decision however silly it sounds.
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