Day 14, Class 16, 930am
Towards the end of class, during Paschimotannasana to be exact, I felt The Waterworks fast approaching. First it began with a lump in my throat, then tears dripped freely down my sweaty face onto my thighs, onto my shins.
I would’ve bawled my eyes out, but I honestly didn’t want to freak my poor friend who was practicing next to me.
Even watching Susan Boyle’s performances are triggering the Waterworks. What is wrong with me? A culmination of my shitty life balling itself up into a lump in my throat?