first, let me welcome you all to the new blog. this will be my outlet for all things janie, janeway, reinless... me as a creative force rather than a professional writer. there will be no rules of grammar observed here except for what i feel like implementing on a case-by-case basis, essentially whenever the hell i feel like it.
now that we've covered that, i have something to say about yoga. there are cubby-holes in two places at my ashram (yes i used that word.) one cubby section is outside of the studios, and then each studio also has its own smaller set up cubbies. most people use the cubbies outside but some do not, bringing their "valuables" into the inner-sanctum of the studio where they will be practicing. this is sad to me, and also to my sister-best-friend-in-law. if you can't set your stuff down in a fucking ashram and feel safe about it, where the hell can you trust anything? yet from time to time, i see middle-aged women lurking, looking, grabbing their bag and their keys and their Guccis and with heads bowed to the floor, carrying their cargo to the "inside" cubbies.
here's my thinking. i always leave my stuff in the outside cubbies. i have to because if i don't i feel i will have lost all faith in humanity. of course, if one day MY Guccis are stolen from the outside cubby area, i WILL lose all faith in humanity and be forced to stop doing yoga, which will lead to something similar to Natural Born Killers, minus Mickey.
i can't bring my stuff into the studio -- if i have to do that, i won't have a reason to take MYSELF into the studio. dig?
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