Yogic strife.

There's apparently some wierd stuff going down at DHY...lately when I've been there I've caught a vibe where people are grumbling or whispering together, and I picked up, somehow, that it was about the owner, who I've heard is a super tightly wound type A....I talked to my friend R on the playground today, and she's good friends with C, who teaches pilates and also used to work the desk, and apparently the owner has told all her desk help that she is no longer paying them salaries, but paying them in yoga. Two of them don't even do yoga. ONe of them was there working when I signed Michael in for yogaKids this afternoon, so I don't know what the deal is. Also I overheard the yogaKids teacher saying that the owner will not add another class no matter how much she begs, even though her class is filled to capacity, and she was looking to take her yogaKids classes elsewhere. That would be a bummer.

I got up this morning at 5:30 to do a thirty minute "short forms" practice while Lee went for a run. MAN, was I ever stiff and creaky. I didn't feel much more flexible by the time I got to the end, and I actually got fatigued pretty quickly too. I went and saw Dr. Kerry this morning and the popping that she got out of my neck was incredible. It feels quite a bit better.

PTA board meeting tonight. I was feeling pretty aggravated earlier while I was getting ready for the meeting, but I'm focusing on letting go. Namaste. Seeing the light in everyone, no matter how passive aggressive, overly emotionally invested, or irritating they are to me. R & G want me to go out for a drink with them afterward, so I'm chugging water in order to have a glass of wine and not wake up with a hangover.

Hot 90 at 8:30 in the morning, then no practice again until Thursday morning, another short practice at home.