Road To Mysore

I submitted my time sheet and invoice today. I was quite pleased with myself. I billed 113 hours for the two week period ending March 15. That's the most amount of hours I've worked in the passed 3 or 4 years. When it comes to work, I hate to admit it but I'm getting old. In my younger years, I could easily log in 60 hour weeks. I haven't done it this tax season yet. These days if I hit the 50 hour mark, I'm quite happy. It's been particularly difficult balancing a daily practice and putting these kind of hours. Yes I admitted, I'm old and weak when it comes to work. Most of my co-workers log these hours regularly.

Today I particularly felt all the long hours catch up on me. At around 5PM, my brain stopped functioning and I was looking at a blank screen. I took a 30 minute break and made a desperate push until 8PM. After that, I just had to give up and head home.I'm tempted to take a day off this weekend or maybe next. I have about 30 days to go before I end this non-sense. I feel a little guilty about taking another day off.

The thing I hate about tax season the most is the extra pounds I pack. I yet have to go through a season without gaining any weight. What happens is that I have to back off from my practice so I'll still have enough gas to get through a work day. Aside from that, the office kitchen is so full of all kinds of junk food and I'm a sucker for any form of sugar. There is always an endless amount of chocolates and desserts. One of these days I'm going to have to confront my sugar addiction.

A few weeks ago I arrived home at around 9:30PM from work. I greeted my landlady hello and she said, "How are you doing?" I smiled at her and said, "I've had a long day, I'm tired but I'm OK." She knows I wake up at around 5AM, practice yoga and spends the rest of my time working.

She then asked me, "How can you still smile at the end of the day?" I thought that was an unsual question because I never knew that being tired was a reason not to smile. I thought about here question for a few moments and responded, "It must be the yoga." I smiled at here again and said, "Good night."

This morning I arrived from practice and greeted my landlady. She said to me, "Everybody I know has a cold. I'm been fighting this cold for days but I can't shake it. Why is it that you haven't caught this cold?" OMG...another difficult question. I thought about it for a few seconds, smiled and replied, "It must be the yoga."

She answered back and said, "Your crazy to even think that!!!" I think my landlady is essentially a good person but she's been having a difficult life lately and is very angry at the world for dealing the cards she's presently holding. She might think I'm crazy but I seriously believe that the reason why I didn't catch the cold or why I smile even if I'm tired. People often ask me why I practice yoga and I've realized that I practice because it helps me get through the day regardless of what life throws at me. As long as I practice every day, I know getting through the day is much easier.