Oh my goodness!
There’s another one.
Since Marcel the Shell with Shoes On pretty much made my day on Thursday, I felt it was only right that I should share this with you.
I give you Marcel the Shell with Shoes On, Two.
What do you do to make yourself feel better when every part of your being is telling you that crying is the more logical choice?
I’d love to know what makes you smile? Better yet, what makes you belly laugh or cry happy tears?
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Let’s get silly!
This morning I got up before the sun and headed to a 6 AM hot yoga class.
It’s not the first time I’ve gone, though.
I wrote about *that* here.
It’s not easy.
There are a million reasons why it is challenging for anyone who goes and at least a million more reasons why it is hard for me in particular.
One of these days I’ll figure out a way to articulate exactly what it’s like for me in a class, but today is not that day.
Today, I just wanted to give you a bit of a peek into the inner workings of my brain.
So yoga is challenging and hot yoga is extra challenging.
Hot yoga for an hour in silence when you are me?
This morning, when I was *juuuusst* about to give up, this little character popped into my head and I had to stop myself from laughing out loud.
I quickly (and quietly!) regained my composure and was able to finish my class.
I mean, if Marcel can do the things he does, who am I to give up just because I am sweating from my lips?
My lips. *shudders*