My room is messy

It looks like a tornado opened my closet and proceeded to try on every piece of warm weather clothing that I own.

When my space gets this messy it usually means one of two things: 1) I’m uber busy and exhausted or 2) I’m a stressed out mess and the state of my room reflects my mental state at the moment.

Yep, you guessed it. This time it’s #2.

To put it simply, I literally don’t know where I’m going to be living in three weeks. I might be in my current apartment, I might be in my newly lease apartment, I might be in a completely different city.

There’s just no way of knowing.

The above + insane amounts of school work + general life pressures means I’m feelin’ the crunch.

Honestly, it’s kind of exhilarating. But at the same time it’s just plain ‘ole exhausting and I’m ready to know which way is up.


In approximately 3 hours, I will be attempting my first hot yoga class. That also terrifies me because I’m a) a profuse sweater b) I haven’t taken a real yoga class since August and c) it’s at a new studio where I had my fail last week (however I emailed said studio about my debacle and was met with only friendliness and welcoming words…so, uh, already better than my last studio).

But insecurity can shove it. Things might be completely disheveled now but that means I’m living. Right? Right…

Does anyone have any hot yoga tips? 



All I wanted to do was some yoga.

I rushed home from seeing patients to spandex up (after stopping to get a HUGE iced coffee…I’ve been off the caffeine for 4 days and let me tell you, that is not safe for a graduate student to do…), looked up directions to the new studio I was ready to try out, grabbed my yoga mat, and ran out the door.

Only to arrive and discover that there was no parking lot.

I circled around the block and miraculously found some street parking. I hate street parking (let’s just say I’ve been towed a few too many times). But I hesitantly pulled into the spot, parked, and then trucked over to the studio.

Yeah. The door was locked.

So there I was, decked out in spandex, pulling on a locked door. In an unsavory neighborhood. Parked where I didn’t feel comfortable. I waited for a few minutes, hoping I’d see signs of life in the studio, but no such luck. So I left, heartbroken and still wanting to do some yoga.

Thankfully I have some Yoga Download classes exist; after brushing up on some poses, I turned on my yoga mix (yes, I have a yoga mix…music is what gets me going) and I’m feeling much better 40 minutes later. I miss getting to do yoga in a legit studio, but it felt good to get all bendy again. And it was a nice reminder that all you need are some comfy clothes and a floor to get down with the yog.