Yoga last night was perfect. Everyone in class was awkward and quiet. So, I sat in the middle and began chatting up those around me using humor and expressing my own nervousness. Soon enough we were all chatting and laughing.
Our instructor finally arrived and we dove straight into it. Almost immediately I recalled how to hold the moves from my yoga classes years ago - how to flow smoothly from one move to the next and how to maintain my balance. I obviously don't have the strength or flexibility I did back then, and I could feel muscles shake from the workout, but I impressed myself with how many moves I could remember and execute properly.
My emotions (and acne) have been haywire since I'm close to the placebo week of my birth-control. My hormones have left me in a wreckage of depression and self-loathing that Honeybun has no idea how to handle, even though I tell him to just "Hold me and tell me you love me, dammit." lol. The meditative end to the yoga class left tears streaming down my face as the instructor gave us the cliche/generalized "You are worthy, you are strong, everything will be alright" mantra.