Yoga

I love yoga. I've been doing it for a few years now and each time I start a new session of classes, I am reminded that I don't belong where I am. Nice isn't it. By this I mean my life goals and plans. Why am I doing what I am? Wouldn't I have been happier doing something else with my life? I'm sure every individual goes through this, but the funny thing with yoga is that at then end of it all, I feel good about not caring. Not caring about grad school. Why? Because it is giving me an ulcer and it's seems to not be worth it. On the whole I enjoy grad school; the people are great and I do love science, specifically research. But is it worth going through mental and physical deterioration just for the edification of myself? See the terrible, but great things yoga does? But like I said, at the end of a class I leave feeling like all the stress and worries are ok and that it's ok to hate it all. 'Cause in the end, it really doesn't matter. In the end, I will finish my PhD and it will merely be a drop in the bucket along with the many different trials and errors of my life. At least I have someone with me who is going through the same himself :)
So yoga is great. It keeps me in check; making me always think about the simple things and minimizing the complex. And of course, it's always nice to be able to do this. For strength training of course ;)
Off to Fez . It's been a long day in lab. Some deep breathing and a few drinks, everything will be better tomorrow and if it isn't, I will make it be better.