Last night I attended my first yoga class at Oak Park Yoga Center. Take that New Year’s Resolutions! Was it relaxing? Yes. Did it supply me with calming energy? Yes. Did it stimulate my chakras? Maybe more so than I bargained for. Girl got her money’s worth. As the class was winding down, just as my mind surrendered to the quiet around me, the instructor asked us to sit, root ourselves to the ground and start kegaling. And in my head, I’m all like, “I’m sorry what?”. Now I try to be open to new experiences, the human form is nothing to be ashamed of and all that. But remember, this is the girl that gets squeamish changing in a locker room. To sit in a room full of women as they focus their energies on their nether region is not something that is conducive with Sarah’s internal peace. Surely they would know if I decided to sit this one out, wouldn’t they? I need to get over this before next Thursday. Maybe I should put on a Ani DeFranco c.d. and embrace my womanhood.