Lately I have been feeling a tad bit miffed and I am not exactly certain of the reason. Little things annoy me, things that never really bothered that much me before.
Things like:
- people who try to hog up two seats on the subway or bus and pretend they don't hear you asking them to move their bag/ugly chihuahua/sweater
- being forced to listen to annoying ring tones from other people's phones--especially when those ring tones go on and on and on
- people who try to jump queues and--when you call their attention to your presence--brush it off by saying "I didn't see you..."
- used packages of snus smeared on windows/walls/desks (ewww)
- teenagers who spit everywhere all the time
I could go on--the list must have at least thirty more entries but I won't bore you with them.
I can only take this as a sign that I am either turning into my mother or getting old (or both). Now, Mom, should you ever read this, there is nothing wrong with me turning into you but I rather like being me. Of course, it could also simply be a symptom of the usual snarkiness that comes when I am tired (working way too much lately), in desperate need of a vacation (just a few more weeks to go and we're on our way to Italy again) and/or PMSing. Take your pick--all of the options sound plausible.
So what happened to all that wonderful positivity I had a few months ago? Well, my current work schedule hasn't really allowed me to go to yoga in the afternoons and in the evenings I am too tired to do so. When it comes to working out, it's got to be done early in the day or in the afternoon--I want my evenings free, especially when I come home from work and I want to unwind with the hubster. I have tried doing yoga on my own at home but I need company. I am like a dog in that respect. I probably won't have time for my afternoon yoga sessions again until June, which is frustrating, because I miss going to them. If I am lucky, I'll have time next week (should there be any cancellations).
So maybe this snarkiness re-invading my body is the result of no yoga and no Ki-Balans? That's plausible too, isn't it?
All I know is that there is nothing worse than hearing this griping voice come out of your mouth and it sounds suspiciously like the old people I used to giggle at when I was a teenager.
Calgon, take me away...
