I’ve written off this week, as far as my yoga practice goes. I can’t believe I’ve missed 4 days.
I think I need a sponsor to call when I feel like falling off the ashtanga wagon. Or when I’ve fallen off the wagon, as I have this week, and need help getting back on.
At least I’ve blogged every day.
Maybe I should email David and he could chide me and make me feel even more guilty for not practicing.
Last night, as I set my alarm I asked Taylor if I should practice in the morning or the afternoon today. “It’s already 11. You need more sleep. Practice in the afternoon.”
That seemed like a reasonable excuse at the time, so I went along with it. And now I’m thinking about how much I have to do tonight, tutoring english, then picking up vegetables, the bank, the water store, then there’s the homework that I haven’t even looked at…. and the fact that I haven’t even unpacked my bag from this weekend, and someone needs to cook dinner and it’s not going to be Taylor… So many things to do. So what’s one more day without asana practice?
NO! I’m slipping out of the habit, into the abyss…. someone help me, someone pull me out!
Whatever. Maybe I’ll practice tomorrow. Maybe I won’t. Or maybe I’ll begin a new week on Sunday.