funny bone

getting there

The holidays always are always fun, expensive and exhausting — and for me: distracting. Yesterday morning, in desperate need of finding my balance, I couldn’t wait to–

… return to yoga.

Running late (as usual), I rushed out of my place — but couldn’t find my key, so I grabbed the spare and took off. Then, when I got there, my Prius gave me a “key not detected” message. Whaaa?

I searched madly for the key in every crevice of my car. I checked my pockets, my purse, my trunk around the car on the pavement. Noooooo – not my “extra” key!

My first call was to my Dad who said he’d be glad to pick me up after my yoga class and help me solve it. (I’m soooo lucky to have him in my life.)

My second call was to Niles (my neighbor, confidant and hairstylist) who could barely muster “hello” from his deep sleep. He’d been up most of the night celebrating to the max (Niles throws amazing parties!) I felt bad waking him up.

I walked into yoga with my head down low, muttering —

Dumb Evie — dumb dumb dumb…

BUT, right before class started — Niles texted me to say that he ran in his pajamas because he saw that a car was literally about to reverse and park right on top of the key, which was in the road.  Even a policeman driving by, stopped to ask if he was okay (maybe it was the leopard PJs with matching eye mask that got the cop’s attention).  But Niles picked up the key and held it high, so the driver of the car parking could see why he was ushering her so urgently to STOP! Soooo sweet!  The cop just laughed and moved on. Ahahaha.

Luckily Niles was able to go back to sleep, until my Dad and I got there. He seemed happy with the Cinnamon Dolce Latte we brought him from Starbucks.

I feel MUCH more centered after my awesome yoga class. I’m reminded that Friends and Family are the BEST EVER! And guess what? I just found my other key. Yayyyyyy!

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