Last week I came up with a really great plan. I know people who lay out their workout clothes every night, so that they are ready to go in the morning. I decided to lay out my yoga mat, so it would be the first thing my feet touched when they hit the floor. What, then, could be easier than getting in a few sun salutations to start the day??
But somehow, from the moment I get up there is always something that needs to be done. Someone is running the water in the bathroom. Someone has taken something that belongs to someone else. Two of us need showers. Everyone needs clothes. Most of us need to eat (although some of us don’t find the time). All of us are running late.
ζach and I both have our hands full from the moment our feet hit the floor.
I need to get active again. I need to kick my metabolism in the mornings. Really: can I not squeeze in a few sun salutations? REALLY???
Today, I got up, and my feet did not hit the yoga mat when I got out of bed. That’s because those feet spent the night in the guest bed with a separation-anxiety-ridden nightmare-having toddler. So they hit the floor, and scurried around, as usual. And then they determinedly walked back into the bedroom, planted themselves on the yoga mat, and carried me through a series of sun salutations.
And after that, I bent down, picked up the mat, rolled it up, and set it aside.
But only because the damn thing was filthy after being walked on for a week. This plan hasn’t been abandoned, just tweaked.
What do your mornings look like?
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