Not the blue the orthodoxy of the day

I have been trying to practice yoga daily, or nearly daily (rest, too, is part of the practice).

I had forgotten just how much the act of making space to take care of yourself feels both selfish and indulgent. There’s so many other things I need to do! There’s so many other things I could be doing!

Even though I know I am better able to do those things — I do those things better — when I have taken the time to move and to breathe and to remember how to be still.

I am the kind of person who paces when I am on a phone call; I am the kind of person who would rather be standing. I drum my fingers. I shake my legs. I am the kind of person who, therefore, always needs to be reminded to come back to the mat (and then to stay there).