I was....

I was a dog. I was a cat. I was a dog again. A cat…. A dog and then, a cobra…. Or dog….. then, a warrior…. A willow… A dolphin……A pigeon…A sleeping pigeon….. Oh, I was just trying Yoga. I guess I like it.

I was a gymnast in junior high and I really liked it even though one huge tragedy happened. I was at a bar competition; bar was my favorite and I saw the grumpy faces of the judges. I started and then my step was misplaced, I straddled the bar and became a sloth. My manoeuvre made over 10 of the judges scream and sob, but I didn’t want to fall. One fall takes off 1.0 point automatically; I didn’t want to lose the point. I thought I managed to go back to being a graceful gymnast from a sloth, but my point was the lowest and I got huge bruises.

All kinds of memories were flowing during Yoga. I kind of liked it. I repeated that I was a dog…. I was a cat…. A dog again…. I was a cobra… (not really fun to be a cobra though….) ….. My cellular phone started ringing. I picked up the phone. It was one of my friends saying ‘surprise! Can you come down to the ground floor?’ I was still a warrior thinking about what she was saying? I moved to a reverse warrior…. Oh my, I remember I was born today! It's my birthday! Yippee!