My day started with a bang. I dropped a quart-sized mason jar filled with homemade, raw, cashew milk. Literally, crying over spilt milk right now. Why gravity, why??
I had to leave for class in less than 5 minutes so I cleaned up broken glass and cashew remnants as quickly as I could. On top of that, I was stressed because the street signs last night warned me of impending doom: “Heavy rain tomorrow. BE PREPARED.”
I can’t even deal.
I had planned to take the 10am class after teaching this morning, but after the Cashew Fiasco, I was already talking myself out of it. “So stressed, just want to go back home, I’m so sore anyway, plus its raining and like, rain makes me lose my balance.”
I just did it anyway. Dragged myself into the yoga room. Took class, felt awesome, kicked my stress in the hiney and took control of my day. That is all.