Yoga of a Certain Age

I am of a “certain age”.  I may be post-menopausal, but I am not yet a grandmother.  I feel the age-ism.  I understand the concept of dressing my age.  I have faded away, disappearing ahead of the next generation.

But I want you all to know that on New Year’s while I was doing a fabulous New Year’s Yoga at a studio I had never been to before – I love adventures like that – the cute young twenty something’s next to me on their mats weren’t able to keep up with me. Life is good.  And it keeps going.   I do know what I am doing, and I am doing it.  No, of course I am not competitive.  But let’s face it, life IS comparative.

But before you judge my judgment let’s be clear, I was unable to keep up with the seventy something in front of me.  Oh hallelujah!  Life just gets better!

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