MY YOGA CLASS

i invited my crush to my yoga class!!!

he was my first real crush, at 31, yes…and it was my first real year teaching yoga…what could go wrong?

he didn’t come.

i invited him again…

a second time, thinking, i CAN sometimes be unclear and my yapping CAN sometimes be confusing

but he laughed it off as an inconvenience - “i don’t go to that location”

three is my favorite number, so, i tried a final time (whispering gently, yoga saved my life)

this was huge for me! i usually only give two chances…but sigh, what a hopeless romantic i can be

he showed up to someone else’s class all happy go lucky; we both practiced, together…but apart.

“im going to your class next week!!” he said

…as if it was his idea all along, as if i hadn’t been rejected and abandoned; as if it hadn’t meant the world to me to have his support, my first year of teaching

…”lol i gave you 3 months to come to my class,” with resentment in my heart; with the admiration and the glimmer in my eyes, gone; with a grudge that would be hard, if not impossible to shake off.

today i read ‘be careful who you push away, real ones don’t come back’

and ain’t that the truth.

maybe i am not a real one though? two things can be true, simultaneously…all i know is that now i don’t need the support…and now i don’t need you.