"That" time of the month?

Back on that night when I was in Borders looking at yoga books, I happened to read a phrase in a "Yoga for Women" book, on a page about yoga to do on *ahem* "that" week. It said that since your body is doing a sort of physcial "out with the old" routine, that psychologically you are in a similar frame of mind. Now, mind you, I'd normally regard that sort of statement as utter poppycock (ha! I daresay I've never used that word before), and perhaps I did at the time, but I made a sort of mental note of it, with a small "hm..." next to it.

Well, "that" week came for me, and I found myself tackling my bedroom closet. This wasn't just any closet, however. This was a closet that had been menacing me for months, throwing boxes and other packaging materials at my head whenever I dared open its door, swallowing all the things I wanted to find in a cavernous bin at the bottom, and coercing my shoes to trip up my access to the vacuum cleaner. Not to mention all the clothes hung at embarassingly rakish angles. Needless to say, I had been merely throwing back at it whatever it pummeled me with, sometimes repeatedly in a single setting, and then shirking away with fear in my heart. And when I needed something from the bottom bin, I resigned myself to the knowledge that it was in there, but that I would never find it. But no, not this particular weekend. I took to that closet with a fearless vengeance rarely seen. Once I was done, it was the closet that was shirking in orderly obedience.

Fast forward another four weeks or so, to this past week. I had been letting various errand materials, general junk, and stuff that was downright trash build up in my car for several months, once I'd gotten over my "oh my god, this is my new-old car, the first I can really call my own, so I have to keep it immaculately" phase. And I never seemed to have time to clean it up. But this week, it started to bug me, really bug me, to the point where I did all the errands I was avoiding, just for the sake of getting the damned stuff out of my car. (That included going to the post office to mail a package, the Goodwill drop box AND the dry cleaners.) I also picked up all the garbage inside and neatened up the other stuff I couldn't immediately get rid of.

And the point? Well, this also happened to be "that" time of the month. All I can say is that I guess I ought to plan for what else needs purging a month from now (although maybe it's more of a "when (and where and upon what) the mood strikes" sort of thing). And maybe those foo-foo new-agey yoga types aren't all bullshitting when they make broad, generalized statements like that. Hm...