I think it might be best to try and explain away my bad girl attitude for today. You see, yesterday, I woke up in tears, sobbing if I must be honest. The boy felt so bad about me feeling so shitty about myself that he invited Kelsey into keep me company while he left for work.
I then shared some sob stories with one of my besties and now housemate, Kara about how boys can be such dickheads at times. Boys can say the most inappropriate things. My boy is not excluded from this list and neither are most of the boys I know who are dating my best of friends. I spent my entire day with some rocking hot chicks aka- more of my besties, also named Mel and Amber. These girls bear witness to my shitty start; Oh you girls know the story of me running across the road and literally out of my shoes as an oncoming car is about to hit me while I cross illegally. After a few bits of conversation, food, kisses, hugs and promises to do it again soon; I came back home to Kara. She and I spent the rest of the afternoon only as two depressed woman could: drinking, eating and laugh away the rest of the day.
Now that I'm back in Brisbane, it has been my ultimate goal of reestablishing some semblance of normal. Normal would be a schedule of activities, and some physical activities such as rock climbing, yoga, crossfit, working out....anything really to make me feel like my life isn't wasting away in the very cold; old style Queenslander we've living in.
I'm over being weak. I'm putting my sassy pants back on and kicking some ass. And this means I'd like my sports to kick ass as well. For example, cross fit and rock climbing already show some bad girl attitude. However, yoga, yoga is a different story. Its all about finding peace and calm and quite. I want to do yoga again, but I'd like it with some flair please.
From the inspiration of Buddah: the path to awakening is one of rebellion.
Therefore; I see my new yoga instructors as some of the best bad girls known to (wo)man:
Bette Paige: “Okay, bitches, grab a trap… oops, I mean strap! Get on all fours and straddle that mat. Lace up your belly muscles. Get fierce, make your Grrr face! Release your inhibitions from the bondage of self!”
Lady GaGa: “I encourage everyone to strip down to your panties and offer the fullest, craziest expression of every pose! Don’t be shy—dance and make out with each other! Where my gay boys at? Do the bus stop! Toot toot, heyyyy, beep beep!”
Okay, it’s not the worst thing to be a little naughty by nature, but we do need some boundaries… Or we might be all doomed to dress and talk like drunk saloon girls our whole lives.
Therefore, I shall take a moment to calm my attitude, water down my sass but don't think for a minute that my softer side has taken over completely. I mean we try to be ecstatically happy and perfect human beings every single day but somedays it just doesn't work. Like yesterday I got tipsy in the middle of the afternoon. Today I didn’t even brush my hair. Yup, I've still got my rebellious ways.
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