2020 and beyond was really rough on me. I finally split from my husband, bought a townhome by the beach, stopped running claiming an injury during shelter in place and wondered if I was just making an excuse not to run. My yoga studio closed and the home I bought was over the hill so when it reopened, it wasn’t reasonable to go.

Halloween, 2022, I lost my job. I am one of those weirdos and saved enough to pay immediate bills and I did get a severance package so I wasn’t 100% stressed. What I did lose was my anxiety that I didn’t realize my job gave me. I also realized I only saved enough for immediate bills and apparently, a wine club memberships. I’m justifying the wine club out now but I’m positive that membership was way better than a new dishwasher.

I was really stressed about Covid. The news, administration and people with opposite opinions voicing in a way by telling me my fears were irrational didn’t help.

Today, I went to my first hot power yoga class and the best part about it is that is an 1/8 of a mile away! Walking distance.

Rusty does not come close to describing how I felt in the class. What I will say is that I knew I was in for the long haul when I walked in and men, topless men, in tight shorts were doing various versions of backbends, handstands and I swear I saw one guy in lotus pose floating above the floor. There were beautiful all sizes and ages of women wearing teeny tiny tops, in a wide leg forward fold. ( okay maybe how close it is to my house isn’t the best part. )

I find a lot of things in Aptos. My home, bongs ( 2 to be exact) and now my yoga studio. I’m stoked.