Force to be reckoned with

I’d had a few aches and pains so I forced myself to try out yoga. Now I’m not judgemental, but the teacher was something else. Old, wrinkled, ugly as hell, and those ears! I imagined though he must be wise.

Nonetheless, like the others, I sat cross-legged in front of him. Must be ‘first positions’ I thought. Speaking in a weird, grumpy voice he said to choose which side, light or dark, making no sense to me. He seemed scary.

“Fear leads to anger...” he started. I was angry. I’d wasted my money. It wasn’t yoga, it was Yoda.