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This morning I went to a yoga class with my housemate.
My favorite part was probably when a neighborhood children’s parade, complete with a drum corps and twirling and Scooby Doo and girls in tutus, stationed itself outside the building just as the instructor talked about getting rid of distractions.
I have been trying to say “yes” more often – to things that are new, and that I haven’t tried before.
Like shrimp.
Like going to a 6am water aerobics class. Like eating lettuce in a gyro. Like wearing a strapless dress.
I have learned all kinds of exciting things over the past few weeks. I’ve learned that, unfourtunately, I am not allergic to shrimp (it has been my silent supplication for years to fall deathly ill from trying it so that I have a legit excuse for turning it down in the future). I’ve learned that grand battements are more satisfying when done in the water surrounded by 70-year-olds. I’ve learned that things are made with the flavors they contain for a reason, and should be eaten as a whole (a gyro with just meat on pita bread is more of just …. a ….. “not-gyro.”) Strapless dresses are only as terrifying as what you’re trying to prove by wearing one. A “Plank” in Yoga is the same as a “Plank” in Jazz … but neither is an excuse for Planking on a moving car or a train or a boat so that your friends in Sydney will think you’re cool.
Also, sometimes you have to kill your boyfriend’s cows. Also, sometimes he will make Mickey-Mouse-shaped pancakes so that you will like breakfast more.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that “yes” is a fun word to say. Sometimes. Most times. If you’re using your noggin’ in saying it. Say “yes” to doing hugs, not drugs. That kind of thing.
2 comments:
Hurray for the yes-es. Not everyone in the water was 70. And I didn't know that the shrimp was so cataclysmic (you do "major accomplishment" with such finesse). It's been nice having you in our lives this summer!
There is a very good reason strapless dresses are called "tomara que caia"
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