I walk out of the clinic with a smile on my face. Not only was Dr. Sanders not in today, but also, I teach my six p.m. class.
It’s a beginner’s session, but that doesn’t matter. I love teaching yoga no matter who the student is. And I love when someone tries something new, especially if it’s good for them. I’ll always support that.
I feel eyes on me as I walk to the studio and glance around, but no one’s watching me. After a few more minutes, I look over my shoulder again. There still isn’t anyone looking at me. I’m acting crazy. I really need the class today to calm myself.
I reach the studio, but chance one more glance behind me. There’s still no one.
I take a few calming breaths and focus on my mantra of the day.‘Be open to new beginnings, and trust in yourself.’
With that, I open the door and head inside.
I wave at Courtney, the receptionist. She’s a tall blonde always sporting a smile. When she sees me, she comes around the desk and greets me with a hug.
“How was your day, Cecilia?” Her tone shows genuine interest.
“It’s been a great day. One of my favorite patients came to the clinic, and now I get to teach this class,” I respond with a smile.
“We’re so lucky to have you here. The attendees always praise your sessions.”
“Thank you, Courtney. I’m always glad to be here.” It’s the truth. I feel lighter every time I enter the studio. “I need to get ready, but it was great seeing you.”
I make my way to the locker room and change into a pair of yoga pants and a matching pale-yellow sports bra. I dress in colors that speak to what the session will be about. Today’s session is about finding our inner happiness, so yellow it is.
***
After an excellent class full of happy faces, I’m back on the street heading home.
I feel lighter, more at peace. Yoga and meditation always help me center myself. I’m grateful for every opportunity I have to share it with others.
Once I get to my apartment, I head to my bedroom to drop off my bag. I grab my pajamas and go to the bathroom.
I stop mid-undressing when a strong whiff of my perfume hits me. It lingers in the air, mixed with an unfamiliar musky scent.
I check my bottle, but it’s right where I left it, the lid fully on. There aren’t any leaks or spills. How odd.
I shake off the confusion and finish undressing.
Once I’m out of the shower, I let my hair air dry and go to the kitchen to cook dinner.
Gracie is already in here, sitting at the counter with her computer.
“Grading or homework tonight?” I ask her. Since she’s a student and a graduate assistant, she has a mix of her own homework and studying as well as grading work of the students in her classes.
“Both. I have an exam in two days that I need to study for, but I also have fifty-four more papers to grade by the end of the week. There simply isn’t enough time in the day,” she grumbles.
“I’m sorry. I’d help if I knew anything about your studies. How about I make dinner?” I offer in hopes of lifting her spirits.
“Yes, please. What’s on the menu?” she all but begs.
“I have some frozen fish we can bake, or would you prefer I get some chicken from the store?”
“No, don’t leave. You’re already in your pjs. Let’s do fish tonight.” I can’t tell if she wants me to stay to keep her company or to not inconvenience me. Probably both.
“Perfect!”
I take out the cod, season it, and place it on a sheet pan. Then I chop up a medley of vegetables. Once the oven is preheated and the veggies are also seasoned, I put them and the fish in the oven.
I sit down next to her and look at my phone indecisively.
