No matter how long and tiring the work week is, my Saturday morning yoga class is a beacon of light at the end of the tunnel. A whole hour dedicated to calming myself with deep breathing and thoughtful meditation. And this week, I need it even more than usual. My instructor would probably say I’m feeling unbalanced. I would say I’m feeling totally out of whack.
unbalancedWhile my toes are gripping the mat, grounding me in warrior pose, my mind is wandering fast and furious toward my date with Landon this afternoon. I’m so freaking relieved that he reached out to me earlier this week, and that the disappearing act I pulled when he told me he was a virgin didn’t make him hate me forever.
I may not be sold on the husband-and-wife thing, but I care about him and would never forgive myself if
