Yesterday was perfect. Spirit lifting. I was hitting on all cylinders. I knew I had lived my purpose for at least one day, and was so high on life last night that I could barely fall asleep. My plan was to share this morning. Send positivity and inspiration into the ether.

But then the idea of 10:00 A.M. yoga class popped into my head. I”ll write when I get back. I need to move. 

Back story: Last Friday, I was headed to 10:00 A.M. yoga class and my car’s message system freaked out: “Dangerously low pressure–right rear tire.” I turned around and went back home. The tire isn’t fixed yet, so this morning I jumped into BF’s not-completely-reliable spare car and took off. I wondered as I put ye ole Expedition in reverse if the fact that I couldn’t find my yoga mat was a sign that I shouldn’t go.

What could be “not right” about going to yoga? I went.

I was almost there when the intense banging started. It happened in the perfect place for me to pull over–Keller Williams Realty parking lot. A woman walked over to my window. “Was that your car making that noise? Are you okay?”

“Yes. And yes.”

“You want to come in? Use our phone? Wait for someone to pick you up?”

“No thanks.”

I called my sister. “I’ll be right there.”

So I ask the Universe, am I not supposed to go to Friday, 10:00 A.M. yoga class? Ever? Are you teaching me to listen to my gut when it tugs at me and that maybe a missing yoga mat was a sign to stay home and write like I planned? Are you just handing me a serving of balance?

I do know this. I’m grateful for the joy of yesterday. I’m grateful to the kind Keller Williams woman and for the use of their parking lot. I’m grateful my sister was available to rescue me. I’m grateful that you speak to me. And that sometimes I listen. For now, I’ll just be grateful.