So, around five o’clock p.m., I got myself up outta my funk and drove down to the shala for an afternoon hit of yoga. And it was just what the jungle doctor ordered. I am loving practicing all of Primary. For some reason, my vinyasas get stronger after Baddha Konasana. Maybe it’s because the asanas get easier. Probably, actually.
I was going to go back tomorrow to do the Led Primary class, but now it turns out I’m teaching it. It’s better that way – practicing on Saturday always catches up with me later in the week.
I guess my kids are probably asleep in their bunks now, if they can sleep with all the darkness (no city lights outside the windows) and the silence (well, except for the sound of crickets).
Meanwhile, the Husband is like anxiety on wheels. He’s very out of touch with his feelings, so he doesn’t even realize that he’s filled with anxiety about the move, the closings (we close the sale of our apartment this coming week and the purchase of our house next week) and about the kids being away for seven weeks. Instead, he’s just stalking around the aparment complaining about the mess. Yeah, it’s a mess. No one is really focusing on cleaning at this point. The focus is on packing. I wish he would take my class tomorrow. But sadly for him, he doesn’t know how to set aside his anxiety long enough to do something good for himself. This is what I used to be like, so I can relate. My life used to involve a lot more suffering. With the yoga, I’ve learned to put aside a lot of my petty irritations and obsessions.
If I had one wish right now, it would be that my children are happy and healthy. If I had two wishes, the second one would be that my husband would learn to let go of the petty irritations and annoyances and enjoy his life more.