Some things are just better the second time around. Like my assistant's torrid love story (her boyfriend, and the story), or Son Volt. But maybe it's not just about the second spin. Maybe it's just from growing and understanding and realizing the mystery in something. Like watching Cast Away for the second time and acknowledging that it is, indeed, a FedEx commercial, but that it's also a lot more than that. It's a silent diatribe on time and occidentalism, and finding yourself, and what we could be if we were stripped of everything and given a second chance.
Now that I've waxed romantic about second-helpings I'd also like to add that not everything is so great the second time around. Like your not-so-ex-ex-boyfriend is most often a bad idea. Sure it's great at first, little stars in both your eyes, till it dawns on you the reason you broke up in the first place...or Utah. Okay Utah isn't so bad as I had remembered. I've made some really alright friends here. But sometimes you just gotta get out and get back in touch with the rest of the world. (Ya, I know we're supposed to be in it and not of it and I'm not advocating any wild adventures to Las Vegas or anything). And sometimes you just gotta leave the world behind and head for the hills, and sit there and let yourself breath the wild mountain air and remember what it's like to touch a rock and see blue sky.
But yoga, it's worth a second try. I used to take a class every semester in college. It was the very relaxing Hatha practice. All the studios (the one I go to included) seem to do Ashtanga these days (popularly known as "rocket" or "power" yoga). Great for strength building and mental agility. It's the perfect yogic practice of something that seems to be so easy (holding a position and just breathing) but in reality is much harder than it looks. I'm not so great right now (like I can't stand on my head or anything), but I'm getting more used to it as the weeks go by.