There are many cults in Los Angeles. Churches, groups, meetings, expensive self-improvement classes, acting classes, 12-step meetings, and places to shop. You may think you're buying a cup of coffee or engaging in the latest styles, but you're really on the outer fringes of the Michael Star cult, or the Peete's coffee cult, or the Vegetarian cult. Sure, Govindas likes to sing and spew out new age maxims about acceptance and what not, and sure the plethora of cute yoga outfits is a little overwhelming for someone whose been using a jog bra for far too long...but yoga is my cult!

At some point while sweating out the chosen pain of a torturous "fiery" one legged split (over the far more painful agony of breaking up with my boyfriend), I realized that nothing I could say or do would bring my boyfriend and I back together. It's not that I didn't cook him dinner enough, or that I typed while we talked on the phone. Neither was it the fact that he feels he must share every passing thought (good or really bad) with me.

And with that acceptance....we got back together! It's like someone picked up my heart from the trashcan and put it back inside my body. I'm not saying that all is smooth sailing, but in his words, it felt like an act of will to be apart. And, it's far easier to put up with him than without him. Amen.

Just for today, I adore, love, and appreciate my boyfriend.