Moment of Reckoning

There is a small window of time, each day, where I make the decision that affects how I view my entire day. This sliver of an hour is somewhere between 5 and 5:30 pm.  It’s the time of day when I decided if I’m really going to yoga.  I may have the greatest intentions the evening before: “Yoga for sure tomorrow!”  I may pack my yoga togs in the morning with every conviction that I will practice that evening.  At lunch, I may tell my friends I can’t go out after work because I have yoga, but the final determination never happens until “the time”. 

That’s the moment when I take stock of how tired, brain dead, achy, unmotivated and hungry I feel.  It’s the point where the thought of couch-potato status can override my need for physical, mental and spiritual self-improvement.  It’s the time where the devil on my left shoulder withers the angel on my right.  It’s the moment of reckoning.

Last night, I persevered.  It took a 15-minute visit to to muster the motivation I needed, but I did it. 

A friend of mine offered his assistance in motivating me to get back to my regular practice.  It’s already helping.  I did short 20-30 minute practices on Sunday and Monday.  It’s important to me to be able to tell him, “I practiced last night”.  I would like my readers here to be my motivation as well.  I want to be able to tell you that I’m getting my groove back – that I’m getting stronger and limber and less of blob.  Last night, I practiced – and it was good.


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