|Um yeah I was supposed to do this is class|
So assuming we are talking about mild addiction, the kid that involves me sweating like a sumo-wrestler in an over crowded steam bath; I'm gonna say it's a positive thing. Maybe it's my ADD talking but finding anything that becomes a habit long-term has always been a challenge. So when I do finally cross the line from going to Hot Yoga with a FML attitude, to going with a this isn't soooo horrid attitude, I typically congratulate myself. And feverishly pray it becomes and addiction.
|I did this instead.|
Then eventually I wanna get hooked on how my body is changing, and how I feel. I wanna be able to go and not throw mental darts at the hot, yoga-asses in front of me, belonging to 45 or 19 year-old women (from this view it's hard to tell who's who), with giant diamonds on their finger and Range Rovers in the parking lot. I want to go one day and not even notice them. My mind will be clean and I will be there for me. Looking at my own hot yoga-ass.
|I was supposed to do this...|
So yes, my goal is to find my addiction. And then like any good addict, seek it out like a drug, or sex or whatever people get addicted to. Please yoga yogi let me become addicted to you!
|...I did this. Hey, it's progress.|
~Written by: Sarah Centrella for Thoughts.Stories.Life.
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