Ever buy tickets for something and then the night of you wonder what on earth you were smoking?  I’m kind of doing that now.  I eagerly booked a Mindfulness Yyoga weekend with Frank Jude Boccio, who’s awesome.  I happened to see him when I was at Kripalu in the spring.  We talked about him coming to Halifax this weekend and I was convinced the whole thing was so synchronistic that it was simply meant to be and besides he’s a great teacher, so of course I booked it.  But right now I’d rather do anything but. 

What can I say, I had a shit week.  Lots of lousy things happened and on top of it all I’m feeling hormonal and probably just need a good cry.  I’m thinking I should be in my jammies tonight with a glass of wine watching Lee and Starbuck punch the crap out of each other because they’d rather be doing You Know What on TV (yes, i’m addicted to Battlestar Galactia fer frak’s sake, ok? ok?).  That would probably be more my speed.

But the problem is that I know if I feel this way, life is overwhelming.  And if life is overwhelming there’s nothing I need more than to get a download of some good Frank chat.  He’ll get me grounded again.

Sigh.  So the bottle of wine will stay corked.  Lee and Starbuck will have to fight without me.  And I’ll go sit in a gym and listen to Frank.   Maybe I’ll go in my jammies.