Sunday, March 15, 2020 An ultimatum

I would like to preface the following paragraph by saying that it will get lighter, and funnier (I hope!)

Yesterday, after teaching a heated yoga class, I made the hard decision to step away from teaching any yoga or fitness classes going forward. With both of my studios remaining open, but imposing weird rules and regulations “to keep people safe” like: you can’t use any props, limit equipment use, the door must remain open for airflow, or limiting class sizes; students saying things like “I need to sweat it out” or “it’s not hot enough in the studio”; people thinking that cleaning products using essential oils are adequate to truly sanitize equipment used and abused my tens of people;  and, the straw that broke the camel’s back? As I left the studio feeling uneasy about how stupid some people can be, I looked into the bar next door, one of those bars with arcade games…and lo and behold. PEOPLE. PLAYING ARCADE GAMES. LOTS OF PEOPLE. TOUCHING BUTTONS AND SURFACES AND LITTLE BASKETBALLS AND SKEE BALLS. And I just thought to myself “what the fuck am I doing?”. I came home and declared (to no one in particular as my husband, Rob, was listening to a podcast or something) “that’s it. I am not doing this. I am not contributing to this attitude of ignorance. I am not going to do anything that would actually encourage people to congregate and sweat it out together.” Phew. Finally, I had come to a decision on something I had been going back and forth on for a few days. And, it felt good. What felt even better? Not an hour later, one of my employers announced that they were closing the studio doors for two weeks. Then, even better, they also announced that they are going to pay us for those two weeks. HALLELUJAH.

As I am standing in the kitchen preparing Sunday night dinner, Rob asks me “What’s your plan tomorrow, now that you don’t have to teach 4 classes???” OMFG. What was my plan? How was I going to be uber motivated and industrious and productive? I really fancy myself the type of person that given 2 weeks “off” I would use that time to get shit done. Tackle my to-do list. You know, be the type of human that looks back on this time and says “yep, I rock-starred the shit out of that situation”! I decided that in order to fulfill this image of myself, I would need to establish a routine fairly quickly. You know, things like get up at a certain time, make the bed, meal prep, take the dog for regular walks (ok, that’s about the only thing I am super consistent about in my everyday life), finish the umpteen sewing projects lying in the garage. Speaking of the garage, that needs a good clean up and organizing as well, so add that to the list. Oh, and the garage fridge/freezer has been on the fritz, so that needs to be addressed as well. All of a sudden, 2 weeks didn’t quite seem like enough time to get all this shit done! 

We sat down to dinner, binged on season 3 of Stranger Things, and proceeded to drink a bottle (OKAY, FINE IT WAS TWO BOTTLES) of wine. OOPS :/