I’m the worst yogi ever. No, I’m the worst yoga challenge participant ever.
This week has been rife with major, potentially life-altering news, for the better, yet major, potentially life-altering news usually results in majorly busy days. One day this week, I began feeling stressed at the prospect of doing yoga, which is, well, contrary to the point of yoga, right? I decided to skip a day, since I already accidentally skipped a day, so I can still play Zero to Yogi in 30 Days at 6 days a week. Right?
Except the next day, I forgot to do yoga, too.
I may have even skipped a third day, but I’m not admitting to that.
Yet when I came back to the mat, I looked at yoga as sanctuary, a time to feel more oxygen in my blood, more breath out of my breath. I only practiced for a short time, but my deepened flexibility was still there, my deepened breath–greater lung capacity simply from breathing more and better, my easy flow of poses.
While I hope to keep practicing daily, especially for the rest of the month, I’m not gonna stress about missing a day or two. I’m not going to tell you how close I was to missing my post about missing yoga, though. That’s just bad blogger etiquette.1