Here is one sure sign that SuperWoman is progressing as a yogi.
She went to her regular 9 a.m. yoga class this morning. Nothing unusual. She left feeling wonderful, refreshed, free from tension. She knew she would need a snack when she got home, and her favorite snack lately is Ritz crackers and peanut butter. (Though other round crackers will do.)
Then it struck her that in the house where SuperMan sat, working on his ginormous computer, there was no peanut butter. Oh no! She would have to come to the rescue and solve that problem. It would be easy. She would stop at the supermarket on the way home and get some.
Did they need anything else?
No, SuperWoman told herself. Don’t go down that road. Just get what you need and get out.
When she entered the sliding glass doors of what sometimes feels like a suburban labyrinth, she did not look at the additional Ritz crackers on sale, or the Rice Krispie treats, or try to decide what her family would have for dinner. Not a chance.
She had come for peanut butter, and she was going to leave with a single jar of it. Nothing more, nothing less.
She selected the jar of her preference from the shelf. (If you must know, it is the natural kind, without all the oils and chemicals designed to kill you.) She went to the cash register. She waited patiently in line until finally, the cashier scanned her purchase. SuperWoman paid for the peanut butter, and asked nicely for the cashier to remove the blue plastic bag. She wouldn’t be needing it to walk out to the car.
Then, by golly, SuperWoman walked out of the supermarket into the breezy November day, one nourishing jar of peanut butter in her hand.
For a suburban superhero, this may be one of the most satisfying experiences of her life.