Every day I wake up and the thought floats through my head I could skip yoga today. I could just do it at home. And then I lasso that thought and look it up and down. Why don’t I want to do the things I know make me feel good? I love yoga. The space it creates in my mind. The expansiveness I feel in my body. The spacious calm I feel after practice.
It’s the little kid inside of me that wants to rebel against the system. And that wants to eat cereal sitting 6 inches away from the television screen. It’s me standing 3 feet tall in a pink tutu raging against the medicine.
But it’s hard to take the medicine. To drag myself out of bed and go for a run. To drink enough water. To meditate. There’s this natural pulling away from participating in what I need the most. Medicine isn’t fun.