Killer Yoga

I seriously thought I was going to die this morning - really.

I haven't been to my hot yoga class in months (because the last time I went, I thought I was going to die). I went with two girlfriends, so there was back-up and witnesses, in case the need arose.

It was 98.6 degrees and 60% humidity - the kind of air that's hard to breathe it's so thick. I did okay, but I could. not. stop. panting. Not even breathing, PANTING!

The best part of the class was when it was over. I am sore, I feel good, and most of all, I am breathing normally again. Finally.

I should probably update my emergency call list.

I Just Want a Job

Don't let anyone tell you that there is a teacher shortage - trust me, there is NOT! About the time I changed careers, the economy hit the toilet and I've been looking for a teaching job ever since. Apparently, I'm not sleeping with the right people - it's all about WHO you know, not WHAT you know. Not that I know a whole lot - I AM a new teacher, but I have 20 years of grown-up, professional experience behind me, so I feel like I'm a little ahead of the new graduates (plus, I'd be cheap too)!

I know my time will come and I'll "end up where I'm supposed to be", but in the meantime I'll just bitch and groan.

I miss the camaraderie of belonging to a team of people and working together for the greater good (or sitting around griping about the greatest bad - ha ha)!

I need a purpose, besides "mom" or "cleaner" or "taxi driver" - something more fulfilling to pass the time.

One of these days...