I realized last week that trying too hard to lift my arms.
I was reaching my arms overhead in urdhva hastasana and – I thought – doing a pretty good job. I was straightening the arms, lifting through the sides of the waist, and (for once) not sticking my ribs at. Ah-ha, I thought, I’m DOING it! My teacher comes by and purses her lips at me. “Relax here, stop working so hard. Your collarbones are all tight.” She wiggles my fingers until my collarbones have space to breathe.
Hmmmm, now I seem to be doing much less. And it feels…better.
How many times [read more...]
I got disconnected three times.
Three times.
In a row.
“Just hold one moment while we transfer you to confirm,” they’d say sweetly, just before I heard a strange sound. The sound of silence. The vacuum of a disconnected phone line. The sound of my impotent, mediocre frustration growing to a boiling point of irrational, helpless rage.
Nothing can be quite so delightful as customer service, eh?
Or how about when the woman in customer service would ask me for all my details, “I’ll just need that information before transferring you,” and the guy in cancellations would say, “I’ll just need all that information again, you’re [read more...]
