Well now I’ve gone and done it. I’ve tasted the forbidden fruit. Little did I know, that with one little clickety-clack of my mouse just a few short days ago, that my life would be forever changed.
I am, of course, referring to buying a Groupon to a real life yoga studio.
Do you know what they do in there?? They burn incense. And candles! And it smells of eucalyptus and dreams. They use props, I tell you! Blocks and straps and bolsters (oh my!). It’s like this whole little community that I’ve always been destined to be a part of. You guys know that I’ve done yoga before (many times, in fact) but this is different. My distractions are lesser, my poses are deeper and my awareness of breath is heightened beyond any other yoga experience I’ve had before. Something happened to me when I first stretched out on my little turquoise rubber mat, in that dimly lit room, and it can only be described as magical.
So what really hurts is the realization that in just 8 short classes, this magnificent experience will be ripped, nay, wrestled away from my grasp and I’ll be faced with a very expensive decision. One that I think I know the answer to and my purse strings clench just at the mere thought. I’m still not totally sure why a membership to a yoga studio costs a year’s salary and your first-born child… But what it comes down to is that I am less of a psycho-emotional-anxiety-ridden-best of a human with a little more om in my life, and can you really put a price tag on that?
Also it smells like angel kisses in there.
Do you guys pay to go to a yoga studio? Do you think it’s worth the hefty price tag?