The past few weeks’ practices have been fairly spotty. There have been a few exceptions to this, but lately it seems my motivation is buried somewhere under the stuffy nose, teary eyes, and general exhaustion of allergies and stress.
As my good friend REW pointed out, it’s time to get a neti pot. Every year I tell myself to get one, every year the season passes me by as I (not so) silently sneeze, sniffle, suffer through the season. Even the highly esteemed Alan Little once chimed in, (along with the also esteemed, yet often elusive Cameron, with recommendations of a “super-neti” device. But have I heeded these words of wisdom? No. Why? Perhaps I’m a glutton for punishment.
Enough, I say! Enough of the excuses, the complaints, the drippy nose, the bloodshot eyes!
This morning’s practice felt much more “me.” Breath-driven, focused, strong(ish). But the past weeks of incomplete practices have left me with very little stamina. Here’s hoping tomorrow’s practice offers the same.