I occasionally suffer from delusions. Some recurring ones: that there’s a marathon runner within. That I’ll master the preparation of an elaborate dessert. That I’m really good at DIY projects.
Over the years, I’ve come to accept that these are lies that I tell myself. But a grey area remains – things that I wish to master, that seem slightly contrary to my restless, aggressive, impatient nature. Things that seem like they’d help me grow. Maybe even, wonder of wonders, relax.
So yeah, I signed up for prenatal yoga and donned my stretchy pants this afternoon for the first time in months.
