I always tend to wake up feeling super optimistic about getting my day started correctly. You know, that ideal way to gracefully glide out of bed refreshed. You walk into the shower and smell that gorgeous flowery meets fruity light scent that wakes you up and invigorates your spirit. You dress in your most fashionably comfortable yoga outfit against your perfectly lit, camera ready living room and your namaste begins. No, that’s not my life. I wish and I’m sure some of you wish it as well. My room is chock full of ideas, vision boards, items I assumed were crucial when I spotted them at an antique or thrift store. Regardless, I try to meditate and develop a practice even though I’m surrounded by clutter. I clear away more clutter and the next day the cycle continues. My mood is dictated by my environment when it comes to focusing.
This specific day began with me sitting beside my bed looking out toward the sky and loving the sun shining in. And then….
…my iPad chimes. As I attempt to get into meditation mode, my FaceTime rings and its my 1 year old niece. Who could resist her chunky and beautiful face. She’s my light. Meditation mode deflated for the moment.
Then I get a phone call. One that I was intent on not missing so I decided that after the conversation, me, yoga, and meditation would pick up where we left off. Life happens in a messy and beautiful way. After an hour of conversing, its back to the mat. And then this happens…
He seriously believes we both can utilize this mat. It’s okay. I still got my workout and my practice in with him on the mat. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. Dog scores 2, Human-1.