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Patti C Yoga
Before yoga, there was running. There were countless miles on the city streets of New York and LA and San Francisco. And on good days, really good days, there were trails: long and lush and green, winding around lakes and along the curves of mountains. When I was running, I was in heaven.
As my children left today with their Aunt and Uncle, on their first trip ever without me or my husband, I was struck by three things:
Every once in a while my husband and I do a vegan detox. No meat, no dairy. No caffeine, no alcohol, and no sugar. For two weeks.
I’m blessed to have some particularly fantastic men in my life. With my incredible husband, sons, and brothers, my wonderful my brother-in-law, nephews, and friends, and the memory of very special, very loving father – I’ve won the lottery of great men.
But this post is not for them. Sorry, guys. This one is for my gurls.
A friend of mine described herself this way a few months back, and I thought it was awesome. She was making a point that she’s old enough and wise enough to make decisions for herself without having to ask anyone’s permission. I loved it, and I was kind of jealous. Even at 44, I’ve always kind of felt like a kid in a grown-up’s world. Maybe it’s because I’m the youngest of my five siblings or that for the longest time at work, I was the youngest person (and usually the only girl) in most every meeting room. Lord knows that hasn’t happened in a while, but that feeling of being a little girl in a big man’s world stuck.
