Yes, unbelievable. The yoga obsessed, meditating, Buddhist nun, your writer herself is plain pissed off. Sinning aside, I hate my mother. I cannot stand how she is fashionista of the year. She always looks perfect and claims to be spending every bit of her money so I don't get any of it. This is fin,e but it is the fact she rubs dirt in my face every time I am with her and petrol on my belly when I leave her alone, makes me think I need a super intense yoga practice every day for the rest of my life. She sucks the life out of me really. She tells me my belly is too large and I am never going to be married because I am too fat, yet then if I lose weight she will buy me whatever I want. I hate her, really.
And this hate is driving me to my mat today. There is really no reason to hate her, but only reason to cultivate a loving inner mother to drive my ship, one that deeply appreciates me, approves of me and is not always pulling my hair to make me look better when I have lessons to learn and looking perfect just doesn't seem like it is my life path anymore. I deeply value my health and understand that appearance is important, but until I get through this internal rage, I ain't gonna be who my momma wants me to be. No matter what. Enough said!
I am finding that yoga works wonders for anger, mother rage, and I would imagine that would also go for spouse rage. Not sure about that, but think it can. We'll see. I'll let ya know how I'm going...
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Sunday, August 8, 2010
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