LIVING LIFE

Last week an ad for a new yoga studio in my neighborhood flashed across my Facebook page. Generally ads that involve gyms or similar physical activity cause my brain to react as if the screen is on fire and I scroll down quickly. For some reason, this time I not only clicked on the ad, I actually requested more information.

About seven years ago, shortly after my husband died, a friend suggested that I sign up for a yoga class. I made it through three sessions before realizing that the commitment was beyond my skill set. It turned out that I was more like Yogi Bear than a “yogi”, since hibernating in my house was my comfort level.

In cartoons, Yogi was known for making impulsive decisions which usually did not work out well. His good friend, Boo Boo, was often the voice of reason.

As I am thinking about whether my knees and wrists are up for the challenge, I can’t help but wonder, what would Boo Boo say?

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