As in menstrual flow. Since my daily 10-minute plus yoga practice (or 1 and a half hour-practice if I make it to class), the cramps have subsided, and the headaches rarely last longer than a minute.Contrast that with my pre-yoga days, when I was downing 1,6000mg OTC ibuprofen per 16 hours, my stomach was a fiery knot (compliments of the ibuprofen), and the 3-day headache sent me to bed.
During the first two days of my period, however, my moon in Gemini shuts down, and my sun sign Aries temper rolls near boiling. For you non-stargazers, this translates as I'm far from interested in exchanging ideas, let alone LISTENING to someone's ideas. An unintended slight mushrooms into a barb, a blasphemous insult that deserves to be repaid as quickly as possible.
During these two days, the job hunt turns inward. I ask myself "How long would I last at this type of job before I'm ready to jump, naked and screaming, out the window?" "What kind of sacrifices am I willing to make in order to get and keep this job?" "At which point would this type of job turn from a dream into a nightmare?" Add these questions to the "Where am I gonna find this type of job" question.
Ah, self-exploration. Yoga definitely teaches one to recognize his limitations.
