The Yoga Teacher’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

I don’t know how it started. Perhaps I just woke up to it. I am not who would say that some days are inherently bad. That is, until yesterday. To be fair, once I found myself having the worst day ever, I did nothing to get myself out of. If anything, my perceptions became so skewed that even a golden unicorn dancing over a rainbow would have been seen as evil mayhem.

At eleven o’clock I found myself riding the bus to school, reasonless tears in my eyes. Some days just overwhelm me. I wanted to be home but summer school affords no off days. I was counting the hours until home was a reality, but Wednesday nights I teach yoga, which meant the wait would be extended.

I contemplated cancelling class. But I couldn’t. It was too last minute and too self indulgent, and unprofessional. Sometimes you have to suck it up and do your job. I am certain I didn’t lead the best yoga class ever…but I showed up and did the best I could. And at the end of the day, that’s all we can do.