Jennifer time has been missing lately.
Jennifer time is time to drive the 45 minutes to the closest yoga studio and take a class, or get a pedicure, or browse a bookstore. Alone. Only Jennifer is invited to Jennifer time.
I've been really busy lately teaching, training, and other assorted projects and I was feeling that sense of impending doom that comes when I'm being pulled in too many directions.
So this morning I cleared my schedule and began the drive into town. I left my house in plenty of time, but didn't take into account the leftover road damage from yesterday's storm. So with stop lights not working, I sat in traffic.
At first I was calm. I enjoyed the radio and caught up on my Twitter feed.
But my car still wasn't moving. At this point I'm not even sure I'm going to make it to class on time. And there is nowhere on this road to just turn around.
Warning - potential complete meltdown approaching.
I hate that I live so far away from a yoga studio! I hate this town! I hate this state for having such bad weather all the time! I hate this radio in this car! I hate I hate I hate!
I'm no longer practicing my yoga breathing but instead fighting the urge for primordial screaming.
Finally traffic starts moving and my non-yoga mantra becomes "slow down, this road is always full of cops".
I pulled into the studio parking lot with 3 minutes to spare. I ran thru the studio door, quickly signed in, kicked off my shoes and roughly rolled out my mat. I was full of pent up negative energy and ready to jump some chaturangas.
Instead, the teacher started us in meditation. And I melted. My breathing slowed, my anxiety calmed and I actually felt some peace. The rest of the class was a gently flowing practice that allowed my heart to open and my mind to clear.
During savasana the teacher placed lavender on our shoulders. The smell was all I needed for my final descent into yoga bliss.
Driving home I felt completely yogified. And then my cell phone rang.
It was the high school geometry teacher. Again. Kid number 1 has a lot of missing assignments. Again. He has detention this week to make up the assignments. Again.
As I hung up the phone, I turned my head to the side and sniffed my shoulder.
Ahh, lavender. I took a deep breath and smiled.