Thank you, Hippies

At 98 Degrees and with 7 visible humidifiers creating an unbreathable environment, usually the only thing i take from yoga is a skewed, loosely calculated percentage of the number of women who are in better shape than me, and the number of men who are gay. But on Monday night at 5:30, hot yoga gave me something else. A simple one liner that hasn't yet left my mind:

Where you're supposed to be is exactly where you're at.