I have not quite perfected clearing my mind of all thoughts during yoga.
For example, tonight, while I was listening to my yoga teacher's soothing instructions, I was also discreetly trying to get a glimpse of the enticing tattoo on her rump.
As I continued posing, I remembered that I should book a series of massages with her. She is also my massage therapist.
At that thought, and as I was trying to stay balanced in a I Have Fire Shooting Out of My Middle Finger She Woman Man Hater Warrior pose, I let out a whiny Uji breath as I realized, with envy in my heart, that there are certain things that have happened to my beloved fellow bloggers that just never happen to me.
I have never,
- Gotten to second base with my massage therapist,
- Won anything of any significant value,
- Scored free tickets to see someone I love perform, or
- Made love to someone on the desk of a Member of Parliament.
- There is no fifth thing, but I wish there was.
