I had to pick myself up and push on, no matter how painful. Pamela was right. I needed to focus on my yoga, on my career, and on getting better. I headed for Studio Tulaa at lunch. This particular course wasn’t taught by Pamela, but I nonetheless finished feeling rejuvenated and enlightened, and I was enthusiastic to follow it up just a few hours later with my regular evening course after work. Rarely would I have to work past the five or five-thirty mark at Katie’s, and this evening was no different. So back to yoga I went, ready for an hour and fifteen minutes of deep stretches, not to mention a hug and warming smile from Pamela. She exuded confidence, kindness, and general feel-goodness. She and her yoga instruction were turning out to be great antidotes to the pain I would feel build up throughout each day. And surprisingly, in just a couple of short days, I was starting to feel like maybe, just maybe, I could pull out of this. Not unscathed, but I could pull out. Slowly, but ever so surely.
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