I’m not one who puts a lot of effort into styling my own hair. I usually get haircuts that are low maintenance because I don’t like spending a lot of time getting ready in the morning. And for as long as I can remember, I convinced myself that I lacked the ability and creativity to do my own hair.
This is what I presume happened before I walked into yoga class: A man set up his mat in the corner of the room closest to the door. When he stepped away, a woman moved his mat and set hers down in his place. Then, she stepped out of the room. The man comes back confused as to why his mat has moved.
“When you are offended by any man’s faults, turn to yourself and study your own failings. Then you will forget your anger.” – Epictetus
“I was looking for love in all the wrong places. Looking for love…”
A couple of weeks ago, I took a spontaneous trip to the Rubin Museum. I had a couple of hours to kill before a lunch meeting in the Chelsea area. I looked online for things to do in the neighborhood and decided to get some culture while I waited.