I was gone for five days, and I only did a real practice on one of those days. My sister lent me her yoga mat, and that was a good thing. I could easily have weaseled out of practicing with the no-mat excuse. The other days, well, what happened? I just didn’t do it. All I did was flossing yoga, and precious little of that.
I’m home now. I guess I can forgive myself for not practicing. My next trip away is next week. Perhaps I can plan ahead, laying out my morning practice as I fall asleep in a strange bed. And if I miss a couple of days, so what? It’s missing a couple, then five, then ten, then three weeks, then a month, that’s not what I want.
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