My sisters and I decided to go to Miami one night, sitting in my living room while watching “Property Brothers” and arguing over whose turn it was to get up and get the chips from the kitchen. We had never been on a trip together, alone, and it was the only time that we had the funds to do so. The excuse was Shaina’s birthday, but really, after the ceaseless cold, the thought of sitting on a beach with the sun on our faces was too much to resist.
I was incredibly thrifty as a young yogi. I wore old T-shirts and unflattering sweatpants from Kohl’s. I used a $22 Gaiam yoga mat I’d picked up at Barnes & Noble. At the very beginning, I didn’t even pay for classes. As one of the test subjects for a New York Post story on diet books, I received a free, three-month gym membership for New York Sports Club. That was when I tried yoga for the first time.
Thursday is a great day to do that 1 thing you don’t want to do but also don’t want to continue thinking about doing.
To save money I packed lunches, which due to living in a dorm included the tried and true Annie’s mac & cheese in a single serving packet. I figured they were healthier than the cheaper Kraft Easy Mac version and doused them using the kitchen’s communal Tapatío bottle. My older coworkers, self-identified as retail queens, would often order in from Juan’s down the street and gave me their castoff, fresh-fried flour tortilla chips.
Logan: I just spent a long time reading Wikipedia pages about Easter and eggs and bunnies, and what I discovered was: Eggs and rabbits have been symbols of fertility and rebirth, forever, even Before Jesus, and then after Jesus, the egg also became a symbol of the tomb, though most people ignore that part. “Here, have this tomb.” Also, symbolism is great. That is what I learned today.