I love my yoga studio. I've been going there for five years now, and they're absolutely incredible. The teachers are fantastic, the classes are challenging but in the best possible ways. It's a heated room - but not Bikram style. It's like my home away from home, away from home.
However, my yoga studio does have some drawbacks, they follow very strict rules when it comes to mat hire. That's right - you have to pay a dollar to use a mat if you don't bring your own.
Once after I'd been going there for 3 years, I forgot my mat, and I thought surely, SURELY, they'd taken enough of my money and knew I was a faithful costumer that they'd just let that one slide and let me use the mat for free.
They did not.
They made me pay the dollar. It was a simple thing, but it certainly didn't give me the warm and fuzzy feelings that I normally get when I got to yoga. And clearly, it's stuck with me.
On Friday, as I waited to sign in the woman in front of me forgot her mat and didn't seem to have any money to pay to hire one. The Teacher behind the desk just looked at her blankly and before I realised what I was saying, I offered to pay for her mat.
I got a dollar out of my wallet, and the woman grabbed a mat thanking me profusely.
I can only hope this small act of kindness will be passed on - that she let someone at the grocery store with less items go through before her, and that person gave up their seat on the train.
Sometimes it's a little thing that makes all the difference.