Day 139

This morning, after my yoga class, the instructor approached me while I was changing, as I was the last one there. She asked what brought me to Bikram, so I told her a bit about this list, which she raised her eyebrows curiously about (not necessarily in a good way, but ah well). She then asked how long I'd been practicing. "About two months," I told her. She gasped, which was totally flattering, but I confessed to her I'd been doing Pilates for 5 years before that. She seemed satisfied with this news but then asked if I was a dancer. "No no, before Pilates I did, like nothing, and was really inflexable," I said. As I was putting on my shoes she asked what studio I'd taken Pilates at, and was impressed when I told her I'd learned at home. It felt pretty good being marveled at by my teacher 'cause usually it's the other way around. This one instructor, Elizabeth, gave up a 20 year career and 6 figure income to become a Bikram teacher. I feel lucky that I've learned early in life that having a stressful job, however lucrative or fullfilling, just isn't worth your health and happiness.