It’s good to be home.
We got in late Saturday night, and it felt so good to be in my own bed. I definitely felt any anxiety that was left melting away. And getting on the mat the next day? FORGETABOUTIT. The. Best. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to do yoga.
It was a good trip: some rad things happened, I got to see friends I haven’t seen in a long time, and the dude and I had a lot of fun playing tourist underneath the Golden Gate Bridge. Plus I got my very first Uber and boy howdy, was that an experience.
I know this is a short (read: boring) post, so just hang tight. I’m working on some good stuff!