I thought about practicing when I got home today.
I thought about it all day.
I thought really really hard.
I listened to Sharath’s CD during my drive home. I visualized my practice.
I counted aloud with him.
“Should I practice in the living room? Or on the patio?”
I walked outside. I visualized my practice.
I walked inside. I visualized my practice.
“Maybe I should go to Alyson’s class at TriDosha.”
I looked at my attention starved dog.
I walked back outside. I visualized my practice.
I walked inside. I put a bottle of Rose in the fridge to chill.
I walked outside. I visualized my practice. I watered my tomato plants.
I walked inside. I contemplated changing my clothes. I pulled out my prana pants.
I put them back.
I thought about my ovaries. I found out today: no fibroids. Just a cyst. Nothing to be alarmed over.
And then I remembered. Day 3, and I haven’t taken any of my Ladies’ Holiday.
And this was all the excuse I needed to kick off my shoes, grab a glass, and pour some pink wine.
Plus, I’m just not ready to take the Saucy Jeans off yet.