Yoga...so that happened.

Today was one of those ultra-productive days. You know, those mornings that happen about once every eleven years, in which you wake up feeling like you can conquer the world? Yeah, today was one of those. I think it may have had something to do with the fact that I had slept in my own bed the night before, and gotten a good nine hours. (what?!?!?! That happened?) Yep, NINE beautiful hours of sleep. So from there I proceeded to have my much-loved cup of steaming hot coffee, grade my younger sister's homework, start a fire in our woodstove, single-handedly decorate our Christmas tree, and then make stir-fry for dinner. I have to say, it felt pretty great and was one of the first days in a long time where I felt really productive. The Christmas tree, by the way, looks pretty good, if I do say so myself,( other than the star deciding to be stubborn and not straighten out.) Also, my mother happens to be one of the most creative and talented women on this earth and her idea this year was to decorate pine cones with glitter for the ornaments. It looks like this...

So after jamming out to the Elf soundtrack, and successfully making an edible meal, I went and did something entirely new. I attended a Yoga class. My mom and sister both urged me to do it and I warily agreed. It turned out to be a highly, um...educational, experience. For one thing, I learned that my 15 year-old sister is a total yoga pro. While I was wobbling around, trying helplessly to balance on one foot and hold my other ankle in the air, all the while attempting to avoid awkward eye contact with the instructor, my little sis was calmly perched on one foot, like she'd been born doing it. The rest of the session was actually not too bad, although I had to stop myself from bursting into uncontrollable laughter when the teacher told me to lay on the floor, and proceeded to turn out the lights and drum in the darkness, urging everyone to "inhale and remember their gratitudes". Gratitudes? Not sure that's actually a word. Anyway, overall, I have to admit, Yoga felt great, and drumming aside, was pretty effective. I'm looking forward to doing it again. It's time now, however, for Sleepytime Vanilla tea and a meeting with my pillow. So, how do you say it? "Namaste!"