I know I should learn, and try for better from now on, but sometimes we sit and stew in our past. Just like stew, it's usually more flavorful the next day. But eventually, it's just disgusting mush, with no texture or bite to it and we're forced to either throw it away, or get a new refrigerator. Unfortunately, I don't have a fridge, so mine sits and rots more rapidly in the pan, after having run dry and becoming stale.
I'll need a new recipe and a new pot to cook it in. I've thrown it all out tonight.
I was cleansed by yoga tonight, allowed to free some thoughts that were just disgusting and festering. There were tears. A lot of them. Nobody noticed, I think. But if they saw, they didn't say. I wasn't loud, just drippy during savasana. I was letting it go. By the time we rose to seated, I was dry-faced and felt honestly good about having survived all this and felt better about having learned what not to do.