So I'm checked into my hotel for the evening and for what seems like the first time in forever, I decide to do a little yoga to relax. I had the TV on Bravo already, waiting in anticipation for the new episode of RHOBH (Real Housewives of Beverly Hills) that was to start at 8pm.
I'm doing my yoga, still paying attention to the TV so I don't miss the start of my show. I'm breathing, counting my breaths, trying to breathe deeper, still tense... You know, normal yoga stuff. And then at exactly 8pm (what starts at that time? Yes, my show), I lose all signal to the TV. No. Joke.
The yogi gods have to be really upset that I'm multitasking their sacred practice with RHOBH to go so low as to knock out my signal. So I'm like, ok, I'll go with it! Learn from the process of yoga. I use the silence to go inward and I tell myself that I don't need to see that episode anyway. It's important to take time to be quiet and rest in silence to rejuvenate and grow.
And then I start thinking about hotels and the hidden nastiness that's lurking all over the carpet that I was just stretching on. It sure looks clean but that's why it's patterned. To fool suckers like me that just want to watch RHOBH but instead are being taught a lesson in life from the gods of yoga. Wait. Refocus...Still breathing, counting breaths, trying to connect with my third eye...
I thought if I tried hard enough they would let me watch the rest of my show. But over an hour later, my TV still looks like this and I feel that I have learned nothing from this little lesson. It just feels like a cruel joke. Like taking candy from a fat kid. Aww, i just hurt my own feelings by saying that! Sorry...
Monday, November 12, 2012
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