I went to see Looper at a matinee yesterday. Meh. Not only because it failed the Bechdel test
but it was also sloppy in narrative when the concept could have been matrix awesome. I had some leftover red with my linner around 4PM and decided to take a nap. I woke up at 7:30 AM this morning. Like a teenager, wow. I am so glad that the shala has Sunday Mysore now. Today was not crowded at all because there is a workshop later on today, so lots of attention/adjustments going on. I have a love hate relationship with attention/adjustments. I am immature enough to feel that I’m doing something so verboten, that she had to come and fix it before I harmed myself, plus I feel like it might look like I am not trying hard enough.. You get the lunatic picture. It took me 4 years to stop fretting about ” shit, she’s coming this way”. Now I am grateful but still stress out, particularly when a tummy roll prevents me from going where I know the adjustment should lead to. More and more I focus on listening to the body sensations instead of to the mental explanation of what is going on.