Last night I taught a class to the young women on stress management. I have a nice fat folder of materials from when I worked at the biofeedback lab in college (including a work schedule from 1994--I hope I really did come in on Monday at 8 a.m.).
I led them in a breathing meditation and then a progressive muscle relaxation exercise. Soft music played in the background. With the lights off and my disembodied voice saying things like,
"Take a deep breath in, and tense the muscles in your thighs. Hold for just a moment, and then release everything. As you do this, the blood flow to your muscles increases, and you may notice a warm tingling sensation. Enjoy this feeling of soothing relaxation in your thighs . . . "
all I really heard were fits of giggles.
The worst part is that they made me have to bite my cheek not to join them.
But seriously, the girls were very sweet and I felt that we had a really good class. And I will say, they all looked very relaxed.
When I came home my house was a wreck and six boys were sitting in my living room watching "Myth Busters." As the 1st counselor in the bishopric Bryce is the ad hoc adviser for Tyce's class; after opening exercises at church they went to the park to play baseball. Apparently they topped off the night be raiding the treat closet and watching a little telly. Chomping on Oreos and rooting for the 1:12 scale Lamborghini to really skip across water seemed to be right up these boys' alley.
I'm pretty sure we all had a good night.