I’m a fan of yoga. I’ve done a lot of it over the years and I really find a lot of benefits, being in a room full of women in yoga pants being one of them. I’ll admit it. So tonight I went to my first gloga class, that is yoga under black lights and you’re supposed to wear white and glo in the dark paint, or at least that’s what they did tonight. Plant of me going there was that a yoga teacher by the name of Laura Sykora was in town and taught the class. I’ve followed her on Instagram for years and just wanted to meet her, learn a little and get her on my feet for a minute, which means I wanted to do acro with her. I got to do all those things. It was cool. For once my introversion didn’t get on the way of me doing wheat I wanted, ie getting a pic with her and doing some acro. Kind of a trip when I think about it. My introversion, or at least my misunderstanding of it, has really kept me from doing things that I’ve wNted to do in life. When I think about it, I’m happy and grateful that it’s gotten less and less prevalent in my life. I’m not really sure where I’m going with this, but I have been thinking about this a lot. I think it’s because I’m finally coming to accept that part of me. Even more so, I’ve began to honor it. Soooo, I’m an introvert, it works for me and I’m proud of it.
I know this isn’t 500 words, but I’m using my iPad program again and I don’t really care. Also, all I have to say.
