My Yoga Practice
My yoga practice is sacred to me. It’s called “practice” because that’s what it is — practice. Every day we are practicing being good humans, the way I see it.
I begin every session by clearing my mind, completely. I run through every source of anxiety in my life and make sure that I am not thinking about that thing. I lie perfectly still on my mat, in the dark, and think: for the next hour, I will not think about my marriage. I refuse to allow myself to think about my child’s grades or the probability of his eventual baldness. I give myself permission to not stress out about how my husband lost his job 6 months ago but is too ashamed to tell anyone, or how my lifestyle expectations have been forcing him to quietly drain our savings. For the next hour and then for the rest of the day, I will not sacrifice mental clarity for anxiety about how my husband wants me to find a job.
This is time for me.
And I am at peace.