I’ve recently been finding myself getting cranky if I don’t/can’t do yoga during my day.
It’s gotten to the point where, today, I googled “Office Yoga”.
Office. Yoga. As in yoga you can do while sitting in a swivel chair under the harsh glare of fluorescent lights.
Who am I and why do I feel the need to Downward Dog it up everywhere I go?
Lorena. 21. Boston/Atlanta. Screenwriter by day, pop culture junkie by night.











