I woke up yesterday and I didn't want to do yoga.
For me, that is weird.
I almost always want to do yoga--I love it as much as I love eating.
More and more often, I'm second guessing what I'm doing with my life. There is no job security with teaching yoga, no benefits, no ladders to climb or advance. You work to be a better and better teacher, but you don't really know if you're doing "life" right.
Luckily, I came downstairs and I saw this:
So I felt better about my life.
Yoga is really the only job that lets me spend tons of time with her, with my running, with my yoga, with all the people I love and all the activities I can't bear to live without.
And it gives me tons of time to do my second favourite thing in the whole wide world...
Tonight, we went to one of my favorite vegetarian restaurants.
Everything is vegetarian, even the sushi!
It's Buddhist vegetarian, which means everything is garlic and onion-free.
I don't get it either, so don't ask me.
After dinner, we went to Yogen Fruz, the classic "mall-frozen-yogurt-place". I found one north of the city that's eat-in, so we had to visit, especially with the warm days of summer nearly behind us.
Bad news, they were closing when we walked in.
Good news, Randy, the nicest owner ever, said he'd make us froyo anyway.
Bad news, he ran out of mochi balls.
This is Steven's sad face. Zero mochi balls.
My "no-mochi-ball" face was more like "falling-to-my-knees-screaming-WHYYY-DO-YOU-HATE-ME-WORLD" face.
Dramatic? ME? Nevah.
Yogen Fruz has superior yogurt. Hands down.
No ice chunks.
And it doesn't melt into pools of sweetened water.
Now if only we had mochi balls.
Randy, make the mochi balls happen.