I tell people all the time that yoga has fixed my temperament. “Fixed” meaning there was a point in my life when it was savagely broken. Football games, female troubles, train passengers that were too close to me, were all reasons to lose my cool. Now I practice restraint, and it’s easy, except when I miss yoga. Tuesday February 15, 2011 was a terrible day, especially because being early or on time has always been one of my strong suits. Nothing happened on time. No subway train ran smoothly. There was always something extra to do to make me late, and it was always too crowded everywhere. I was scheduled to be at YogaWorks Soho at 1pm and both trains I took were so slow that I got off at Union Square to try my luck at that studio. Their schedule had nothing I could participate in, I’d missed the current class and the next class was a prenatal yoga class. Brooke at the receptionist’s desk at YogaWorks Union Square was very helpful in telling me what the other studios had going on that day, but nothing fit in with my work schedule. It was an unscheduled off-day, and upon leaving, I felt like taking my yoga mat and slamming it into the elevator wall a few times.
Missing yoga really upsets me, for too many reasons. Mainly, it’s because the more I practice yoga, the more I realize that I need it every day. I had no time to practice at home, and I would’ve had I known I was going to have such a horrible day. I tried my best, but I brought that yoga rage to everything I did that day. I was so angry, but all I can do is try harder to get the things I need the next day.