Well, I'll tell you what: in the past 3 years doing consistent yoga has actually changed my cellular make up. I feel I am different than I was before, all the way to my roots, my universe. I am that person before but I am transformed. I still day dream of living in a bus, in the woods, with fires each night, gypsy dancing to trombones. But I am content now. I would be content with that as well. I almost feel I have nothing to say on here any more. Didn't I start this as an outlet for my unfulfilled dreams, for a deep discontentment within my soul that felt unheard..... Now, I don't need any. Hmm. Even if this day isn't going terribly well and I have to get off of here because I'm needed to do things I would rather not. More on the contentment of life later!!
