I usually start my Sundays with coffee and yoga. Not at the same time, of course. My first experience with yoga was probably when I was about 23 or so. The instructor wasn't actually a certified teacher and it was held in my apartment complex's clubhouse. After a few sessions, it was no longer free and I lost interest because I wasn't really that impressed anyways.

Recently, a friend of mine completed her yoga teacher training and has been holding lessons in her spacious apartment. I have discovered so much more than how to regain my flexibility. This is me time for me. I'm able to connect with myself so much better and I feel stronger and more centered. I never really believed it when people said they could become calmer and centered from practicing yoga. But after seeing my friend settle into happiness and focused on the positives in life, and sharing that with her friends in a very selfless way, I have become inspired.

Inspired that perhaps I too, can find strength of spirit, peace of mind and comfortable happiness.

Recently, the significant other became insignificant, due to a complete 180 degree turn around, with behaviour I had hoped to never expect from him. Sadly, I've just come to expect this behaviour from boys in general. The promise and illusion of being honest disappears with a sudden wave of the hand and poof. You can't trust anything he says any more.

We didn't have a fight. He just behaved badly and hasn't returned my calls. I didn't even point out that he behaved badly. So I'm choosing to move on without so much as a last word to him. This is the last time I talk about him. I'm sure he'll text me at some point when he wants his stuff, but... I've moved on now. Moved on to someone else. Me.

Insignificant other, thanks for making it easy to move on.