Years ago, I was taking a yoga class at work.
Every Monday and Wednesday, I’d bring my yoga mat to the office and at lunchtime I’d go down to the gym and take the 50-minute class.
It felt so good.
At the time, my kids were in elementary school, and I was divorced, so this was MY time.
One lunch hour, as I was walking down to the gym, a colleague stopped me.
He asked where I was going.
I said I was going to a yoga class.
And then he made a comment that really affected me.
He said, “I wish I had that kind of time.”
When he said it, I started to feel shame rise up in me.
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