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Yoga Happy Hour

I am thinking Happy Hour means a martini with my sister at a bar with some interesting snacks... but will translate it into a yoga studio with some strangers and a beverage portable enough to keep cold while I sweat and bend and stretch? Having a flourishing social life outside my family living room has never been a priority to me. The risk, the time commitment and the drama that usually comes along with having a select group of girlfriends is as nearly unattractive to me as a visit to the dentist. I say that but what I do treasure is coexisting with other women that have similar interests. This yoga thing is new to me and I am not a die hard by any means. Getting my work done in the first half of the day will always take priority to flushing out an hour on a mat, though when I do the reward is great.

So today two worlds come together - "me" time on a yoga mat, and happy hour. Much thought isn't required but with more than an hour and a half before the start time I already find myself listing reasons why I should not go. The deficit of family time once I return from happy hour, the drive to and from, the time I should be at the store or making dinner or getting ahead with my work. I will put the martyr in me aside for a couple of hours to try to let go of that burning sensation in my chest, to breathe, maybe to cry and hopefully to laugh. After that I can put my cape back on and be super woman, no confessions required.

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