My Brain is Broken
Lately, one of my goals is to set aside more individual time for myself. The reason this issue has come to the forefront of my life is because I feel like I've been slowly losing my identity. I don't really feel comfortable in my own skin anymore. I don't know how to describe myself to others. There are several reasons why I might feel this way, but I've decided it's too much trouble to figure out why and I should focus more on the solution, and that is to simply rediscover myself.
One aspect of myself that I don't understand anymore is my body. I never really knew my old body to begin with, but what is certain is that my body is not what it used to be. It was "stolen" from me. When I was pregnant with Kira, I felt completely powerless to alter what was happening. Eventually, I just gave up and accepted it, but not in such a way that I actually understood my new body. So, my solution to remedy this is to take yoga. Yoga is something I wanted to start while I was pregnant with Kira, but it was too difficult to find the time since I was working full-time. Now, although I am even more busy, I at least have some flexibility. So I looked up some classes and found there was a class in Needham, which is a town close to Trevor's mom's house.
http://isismaternity.com/classes/type/prenatalyoga
Great. I can drop off Kira and head to my class, no matter that it is a bit of a trek from our own house. We all wake up early, rush breakfast, and pile into the car. I drop off Kira, all her gear and the dog, and all his gear. I jump back into the car and drive the short ride to Needham. I walk into the center and ask about the class. Turns out the class was at 9:30 am, not 10:45! I thought, that can't be. I triple-checked the schedule. But, they were right. The 10:45 class was in Arlington, not Needham.
I'm writing this story because I'm annoyed. This is not the first time I have mixed up the time and location of a class! Kira is also taking classes at Isis and I've messed up at least two of her classes. The most frustrating thing is that I go out of my way to drive to Needham just to turn around and go back. I'm so annoyed. I don't think I'm describing my annoyance well enough. I wouldn't be as annoyed if this were the first time, but it's not! Why do I keep misreading the schedule??? It's not a problem with my memory. It's a problem with my interpretation of what I'm looking at. MY BRAIN IS BROKEN.
so annoyed
One aspect of myself that I don't understand anymore is my body. I never really knew my old body to begin with, but what is certain is that my body is not what it used to be. It was "stolen" from me. When I was pregnant with Kira, I felt completely powerless to alter what was happening. Eventually, I just gave up and accepted it, but not in such a way that I actually understood my new body. So, my solution to remedy this is to take yoga. Yoga is something I wanted to start while I was pregnant with Kira, but it was too difficult to find the time since I was working full-time. Now, although I am even more busy, I at least have some flexibility. So I looked up some classes and found there was a class in Needham, which is a town close to Trevor's mom's house.
http://isismaternity.com/classes/type/prenatalyoga
Great. I can drop off Kira and head to my class, no matter that it is a bit of a trek from our own house. We all wake up early, rush breakfast, and pile into the car. I drop off Kira, all her gear and the dog, and all his gear. I jump back into the car and drive the short ride to Needham. I walk into the center and ask about the class. Turns out the class was at 9:30 am, not 10:45! I thought, that can't be. I triple-checked the schedule. But, they were right. The 10:45 class was in Arlington, not Needham.
I'm writing this story because I'm annoyed. This is not the first time I have mixed up the time and location of a class! Kira is also taking classes at Isis and I've messed up at least two of her classes. The most frustrating thing is that I go out of my way to drive to Needham just to turn around and go back. I'm so annoyed. I don't think I'm describing my annoyance well enough. I wouldn't be as annoyed if this were the first time, but it's not! Why do I keep misreading the schedule??? It's not a problem with my memory. It's a problem with my interpretation of what I'm looking at. MY BRAIN IS BROKEN.
so annoyed
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