When my morning alarm rings at 5:45, I reluctantly rise from my slumbers. It’s never easy, nor is it overtly challenging. It’s just a routine I’ve become accustomed to. Likewise my yoga practice can also be become a routine, one which starts and ends at a predetermined time of the day. Although my crazy schedule precludes me to practice when my flexibility is at its peak, I rediscovered 6 AM to be an ideal time to roll out my mat.
After practing daily before breakfast for 5 weeks, I’ve developed extra insight on the coveted home practice. Specifically, it’s really important to me that I embrace whatever sugars out. And in a strange way, its irregularities will allow for greater self acceptance. I don’t quite feel like I lose postures in the morning so much as that I rediscover what I’ve got.