2020-02-09
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).
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