Midnight Pilates

If ever you find yourself staring at a happy birthday text from your ex, do not, under any circumstances, respond. Not even as a joke, and certainly not for the damn “plot.” I know you know this. And I know your girlfriends told you the same thing. You better listen to them. They know best and an espresso martini with dinner does not a dependable decision maker make. But let's say you did respond. Lets say he’s informed you that he’s met someone, and that was the real reason he reached out at all. He didn’t even give you her name but it doesn’t matter, you’re four years deep on her mother’s facebook, imagining what their kids' names will be. He’s telling you he’ll never be able to find someone like you, never be able to stop loving you. He’s reading your old poetry and he can't escape your words at night. Confessing to you like it's a sin and you can repent in his place. And even though you're over him, no really, you are! Your nervous system is a wreck. I’ve got the solution for you; midnight pilates. That's right, take it to the mat.
Don’t think about Carrie Bradshaw. How you screamed at the TV, begging her to stop letting Mr. Big hurt her. And here you are, in that same vicious cycle. Just clench those glutes and lift into a bridge. Hold for exhale.
Don’t imagine yourself as Paul Revere going to tell the girls in the morning. They’re going to shove you off the horse. Just extend that left leg. Good. Lift, and lift.
Don’t look at the moon and imagine them hundreds of miles away under the same one. You do that for too long and you’ll find yourself in a bedroom you’ve never been in. Watching your ex laugh with a girl with a much better heaven than you. Just pulse two three four.
Focus and sweat for thirty minutes with that goddess named Move with Nicole. Before you know it you’re cuddling with your childhood teddy bear getting the best sleep of your life. And at breakfast the next morning your girls will be yelling like the British are coming and laughing because Big is always moving to Paris.
You’re in your body again, in your world once more. Your body is home, no matter where your emotions try to run you off to.