I wasn’t sure if I’d make it to yoga tonight.
I hadn’t really booked it or planned for it. After running a webinar in the early evening [for my internship], I was doing some mental math on cost versus benefit.
A few things were working against me: I hadn’t eaten, really (and if I decided to go, I wouldn’t be able to eat much beforehand). I didn’t really have the gear set-out, time left in the evening was ticking down, and 85% of the road between my condo and the studio is closed for a month. To top it all off, I’m not even sure I have my water bottle with me in the car.
I decide to get out supper rather than chance it and try to make it all work.
But then, I decide to ‘just check’ and see if there’s a short/towel/shirt set handy. There is. I decide to finish off a few quick jobs for the next day and before I know it, I’m seeing if there’s a water bottle in my car while bundling up for a trip to the studio. There is. Rather than continuing on getting more major food together… I grab a quick orange for the short term.
I sign-in to one of the best classes, I’ve had in weeks. …great parking spot, great mat spot, great well, everything. I feel connected, energetic, and awfully glad to be there. It all just happens on cruise control.
In fact it all just happens like last night’s novel feat did.
I can only imagine how sick everyone is of hearing yoga lately. I continue to talk, and type, (and do) it. My guess is though you’d be MUCH more sick of complaining….. if this hadn’t become my winter, well,… sanctuary.