Last night I said to LW that I didn't think I'd be going to yoga class tonight. He asked me why not. I'm feeling stressed out, I said. He raised his eyebrows and slowly nodded.
Then it hit me. I love my yoga class. There is more than enough time during the day to apply for jobs, pick up a few groceries and stop by my grandparents house. I need this time to step away from my job search and my overactive thoughts.
Why did I feel the need to refrain from doing something that I love because I felt stressed out?
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