Since that event, I've been thinking about how to change my energy. I'm not entirely sure where to start, or if it's even possible. In the past, I've tried yoga and meditation. Both disciplines were like dripping tobasco sauce in slow intervals up my nose. I was wildly uncomfortable, stressed, annoyed, and grumpy about the whole proposition. Which, I realize, is why people turn to yoga and meditation in the first place. I get it. The irony's not lost on me. It's just. Dude. You gotta be kidding me.
But Katie's addicted to yoga. And she sets time aside for her devotions each morning. And her house is feng shui-ed. And the peer pressure is getting to me. With each chug of caffeine and injestion of trans fatty Twinkies, I get further and further away from the person I want to be: a calm, centered, relaxed, open, comfortable human.
So, added to the laundry list of things I need to change about myself, I will add this: Change. My. Energy. Suggestions welcome.



