On a rainy Saturday morning I finally heeded my new hairdresser's advice and wandered into Funky Door Yoga. Looking for a little bit of Zen to quell the SF voices in my head, I took my shoes off and entered into an environment that changed my state of mind for the rest of my weekend. After an hour and a half of not only the physical practice of yoga and some inspirational chanting, but also a bit of philosophy for the everyday, I walked out pleasantly buzzed and mildly chirpier than I had entered. I went home, painted my apartment, visited with friends and slept like a baby. I'm addicted.
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