Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Okay, guys. Savasana.”
I have never been happier to hear the word. I lie on my back and stare up at the ceiling questioning my life and sanity. I will give Isha one thing. This studio is nice.
The ambiance almost helps you forget she’s trying to kill you. Between the aroma therapy and the calming colors of the room, it’s all so inviting. It goes a long way to help me calm my heart and find my breath.
I’ll give her credit. I haven’t thought about Knight in the last hour. I haven’t thought about anything but trying to make it through this mental and physical ass whipping for that matter.
“Namaste.”
Thank God, it’s finally over. I feel like I collapse even though I’m lying flat on my back. I’m ignoring my sister’s phone call the next time I see her name. She’s been disowned.
“Oh my God. I can’t believe people pay you to treat them like this,” I groan as our yoga session comes to an end.
As I lie here on my back, I can feel muscles I didn’t know I had. Sweat is dripping everywhere. I want to go back to the beginner’s classes I used to do, not this demon yoga Isha just put us through.
“I’m not as flexible as I thought,” I pant.
“You’re actually pretty flexible. You probably haven’t put that to the test in a while, so everything is tight. You did great,” Isha says a little bit too chipper for me at the moment.
“Says the woman who does this for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” Saga groans.
“Come on, guys. My celebrity clients do enough whining. Don’t you two start. Bask in the peace, be grateful for the movements your bodies have allowed. Be in the moment,” Isha says.
“You’re right. I’m not going to complain. Lord knows this is better than being hunched over my desk reading documents, but I’m not moving for another twenty minutes,” I laugh.
“Take your time. I don’t have any other clients until this afternoon.”
Those poor people. I feel like I should send smoke signals or something to warn them to run. This place isn’t safe. Hearts might stop, breathing is sure to be impended, and brain fog from lack of oxygen is likely to occur.
“Bishop has the boys today, so I’m in no rush. All those two babies do is fight each other. Carson is either sitting on Cooper or Cooper is tugging at Carson. Between that and the fact that they’re always looking at me as if I’m hiding snacks, I need this break,” Saga says with a sigh.
“You guys want to grab a bite? Maybe some smoothies,” Isha says hopefully.
She’s been here in LA since my sister returned, but I still don’t think she’s made a ton of friends. I often get a lonely vibe from her. With Saga being married and having two children, I don’t think things are the same between them.
Not for lack of trying. It’s just life. The two of us have become better friends, but I’m a workaholic, so my time is limited when it comes to new friends. I do try because she’s my sister’s friend.
“I’m down. That way you can tell me how you got into torturing, excuse me. Got into being a yoga instructor,” I tease. “Just allow my brain to reconnect with my body.”
Saga laughs and tosses her towel at me. I knock it away and roll my eyes at her. She knows that workout kicked her ass too. She can put on that act all she wants. I see her.
“Oh, that’s an easy one. I used to have really bad panic attacks when my mother first remarried. I had to find something to help me out.
“The anxiety was taking over my life. I started yoga one summer, and it changed my life. It’s been my path ever since,” she says.
I sit up and look at her. I dare to begin to have hope for my situation. As I said, I haven’t thought about anything else while here. In the past, I have been introduced to mediation.
It’s actually been the one thing to last the longest and have the most effect before I threw the towel in because the attacks returned. I never thought about trying yoga. It might work.
“Do you have an opening for a new client?” I ask.
Isha gives me a bright smile and knowing look. I shrug as my hope blooms. It’s worth a try. I’ve done everything else.
“Does this time work for you? I’ll book you in three times a week.”
“Perfect. I’ll be here,” I reply with a smile of my own.
Already it feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. First, I’ll deal with the root of my problem and take my power back. Then I’ll see if Knight is right for me.
I’ll admit, I do feel a lot calmer. Saga has mentioned a friend of hers she thinks might be better suited as my therapist. Things might just be looking up for me.