Week Seven aka "wtf week"

This week is totally absurd so far. My friends have suitably labeled it "wtf week".

Peoples' emotions have gone haywire (seems every time I turn a corner someone's having a personal meltdown). 

A lot of grumpiness, negativity, aggression even.

Outside of my close circle of friends, I'm staying out of peoples' drama.

We're one posture away from being done with posture clinics. HOOORRAAYYY!

Except that the dialogue for Spine Twisting, our final posture, is the most complicated yet. 

Trying to memorize these words is like learning a new language.

Last night instead of lecture or posture clinic we got to watch old TV footage of Bikram from the 1970s, his appearances on the Late Show, The Dinah Shore Show, That's Incredible, etc. It was pretty cool to see him in his younger, mellower days.  Except for less hair up top, he still looks exactly the same. Exact same physique. Bodywise, the man has barely aged (he's almost 66 now) - a real testament to the yoga.  All that aside, the most notable thing is that 40 years later his message about the yoga has not changed one bit. 

That's a good thing.

  

Right now, this week, I'm really thankful for our two yoga classes a day.

It's what I look forward to and enjoy most (that and socializing of course).

Just like in real life, it's what keeps me sane.

Those 90 minutes in the hot room make everything else go away.

I don't know...

There's more stuff going on, but probably best 

not to put it out here on a public blog.

My study pals and me.  

We're checked out. "Done" with studying. Unable to concentrate any longer.

The flash on my iPhone camera makes your eyes look like a raccoon's.  

That's how we feel tonight, a little bit like caged wild animals.

A little bit rabid.

A little bit like wtf.