In my yoga class, I watch fellow students as they lay their mats out on the floor. Most are courteous and respectful of neighbors but others unfurl their mats with authority, taking up twice as much room as they need.
And I think about the idea of personal space, how much is enough. I prefer the corner by the window in my yoga studio and if someone else gets there first, I’m vaguely offended. That’s mine, I think, knowing it’s not.