Stacey Jean Machine

Really needed yoga tonight but there was no parking. I guess what do I expect trying to go to yoga in the Mission on a Friday night? Except for the fact that I always go on Friday nights and find parking without even having to search. Bummer. Something must be going on this weekend because there were WAY larger amounts of cars/crowds than usual.

And then also, encountering the feeling of showing up somewhere uninvited, and feeling like an ass for it. That’s always awesome.

But there were two wonderful parts to my day. One was a brief period of time (literally, like 20-30 minutes) spent with my co-worker, sitting outside in the beautiful beautiful sunshine, just people watching and laughing about stupid shit. The other part was coming home to pretty much the best, most supportive letter ever written to me, from my best friend. I most certainly needed that. 

I think it’s time for bed.

I’m finding that oftentimes the reasons I skip going to yoga are the exact same reasons why I should just go anyway.