Alternative title: Sometimes life just decides to piss on our cornflakes and leave us feeling like a pawn in a rather sadistic game of chess in which you know you’re going to be toppled right off your square by the bloody tower thing…What do you mean it’s not a tower? It looks like a tower…Well now nothing makes sense*.
“Focus on your breathing”
I’m in yoga class again…
“Your mind is clear”
…In Supta Virasana (comfortably I might add! So proud of my body)…
“Focus on the space your inhale creates”
…And all I can think about, is whether or not I remembered to shave my arm pits.