#stillfiguringthingsout

So I'm doing the Artist's Way, and its going pretty well.  You journal every morning and take yourself on a date each week, and find your Artist again.  It sounds like I'm mocking it but I'm actually not. I'm noticing things happening already, changes I'm making for myself.  Like this for example.  Whatever this is.  I haven't gotten to the part where you stop feeling self-conscious and stupid for creating something yet.

So I'm doing the Artist's Way and this week as my "date"  I went to a yoga class.  The weird kind that opens up your mind grapes, reconnects you to your third nipple, that kind of shit.  So I went and did the deep breathing and legitimately tried to be open and release all the mind baggage I hold onto.  I let myself be vulnerable.  I let it flow.  And then the awkwardness happened.

Apparently you can't yoga all the way if you are..."flowing".  So in a class of only four people where everyone could see everyone, the teacher stopped us to make it clear that if you were on your cycle you had to sit the next move out.  No plow for me.  So I had to sit there with a big Scarlet letter P on my chest.  While everyone else went into plow and thought about how I'm on my period and laughed and threw stones.  Mind stones.