I was leaving yoga all sweaty and a little discouraged by my body, which felt, fat and creaky. My shirt and yoga bra all scrunched up wet sitting next to me on the bench. I was debating walking out with shoes in hand to my car where my sandals were left in the back seat. I looked out at the gray day and decided against it. As I put on my sneaks, I looked up at an older woman with lipstick and glasses talking away at the distracted girl at the desk. I felt pity for her as I found that she wasn’t being fully heard. I somehow took it personally. Not like I was exactly she but personally as I was viewing this through a biased lens as maybe this wasn’t really happening at all. As don’t we see things through our reality not the true one.
So no offense meant to this benign woman and the other benign young woman behind the desk. No offense that I saw someone who had reached an age where they were maybe lonely and had a need to talk and tell her story and there was no one willing to listen to her but she talks away because she has all the time in the world. Then this same woman went over to the bench where I was sitting in slight dejection about my body that wasn’t working like it used to. No one really noticing this but me. She was distractedly looking for her towel mumbling to herself that maybe she had left it at home. I remarked (feeling magnanimous that I was listening to her) that she could use her fluffy coat. She ignored me to go to her car to look for it. As I got up to leave I noticed her going back into the studio for the next class, she had found her towel after all.
So no offense meant to this benign woman and the other benign young woman behind the desk. No offense that I saw someone who had reached an age where they were maybe lonely and had a need to talk and tell her story and there was no one willing to listen to her but she talks away because she has all the time in the world. Then this same woman went over to the bench where I was sitting in slight dejection about my body that wasn’t working like it used to. No one really noticing this but me. She was distractedly looking for her towel mumbling to herself that maybe she had left it at home. I remarked (feeling magnanimous that I was listening to her) that she could use her fluffy coat. She ignored me to go to her car to look for it. As I got up to leave I noticed her going back into the studio for the next class, she had found her towel after all.
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