Well, my body is finally starting to rebel against the insane amounts of yoga I've been enjoying. For the foreseeable future, I'm banned from practicing vinyasa yoga. No chaturanga, no downward facing dog, no inversions, no crow. I'm not happy about it, of course, but I don't really have anyone to blame but myself. And, until my wrist stabilizes and my bicep tendon stops...doing whatever it's doing that's causing me blinding pain from time to time, I'm going to need to explore other endeavours.
And the confession? Sometimes, despite all my verbal and textual evidence to the contrary, I really do want a boyfriend.