While I loved the studio, it was warm and smelled spicy, (not sweaty-the candles were spicy), over time the redundancy and calm was maddening. Next door to the studio was a massage therapy center and then on the other side, some sort of completely silent office space. All I know is that the woman who worked there always wore gray and didn’t smile. The peaceful studio with it’s slow moving, smiling instructors who rarely talked above a whisper seemed to get smaller and smaller.
As a writer who spends great expanses of time basically alone, wrapped up in words and thoughts…I crave chaos, new sights and sounds, the less predictable. Instead of taking advantage of my free classes, I’d skip them in order to run in the woods with my music turned up high. Or grab my kids and go rollerblading, or biking anything to see something new, to do something a little riskier, a little louder.
In conclusion-Y wisdom of the day from a former “desk yogi”
When looking for exercise, (or part time work) sometimes it helps to do something completely opposite to what you are used to. ~ommmmmmmm~