I was doing my usual (though admittedly not normal) standing cubicle yoga in my cubicle. Reaching back with both arms, I grab my foot with both hands and gently pull my lifted leg as high as I can over my head. Trust me, it feels really good. The release I get in my back when I do this is heaven. If only I had my yoga strap, I thought. And then I thought about the events of my morning….
My intentions were good. Good, I say. I mean, I rolled out of bed and into the darkness. Albeit a little later than I had hoped but given the fact that I was up ’till nearly midnight writing, I shouldn’t be surprised. I’m categorizing it as a success.
I stumbled into YaYa’s room, questioning him on why he sets the alarm only to sleep through the mind numbing beep-beep-beep – which quite honestly is what actually urged me to finally. Get. Out. Of. Bed. Then I made my way down the stairs, fed & let the dogs out, then made myself a nice hot cup of black French Roast. Ah. It’s morning.
Minutes later, I plopped down on my tuffet for my daily attempt at meditation. Of course, as soon as I closed my eyes, my mind wandered here and there and everywhere but into stillness. *sigh* I gave it an almost-honest attempt for a full ten minutes or so. Then… I rolled out my mat and creaked through the first of the ashtanga primary sequence (the sun salutations).