I have spent all day doodling around. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I don’t have time to do yoga between 6 am walking and 9 am water therapy class. I would have time if I didn’t want to eat breakfast, that is. And I would have time if I were willing to get up at 5 am, which I’m not. As a result, I practice later in the day, and it’s awfully hard to make myself do it.
On Wednesdays, it’s OK because I have class that day.
On Fridays, it’s OK because friends come over to practice in the afternoon.
That leaves Monday as the day that I have to conjure up an image of my better self encouraging my lazy self to go downstairs to the mat. The image that springs to mind is one of me pushing and kicking myself in the rear. I guess it would be better to replace that image with one of my better self gently taking lazy self’s hand and leading lazy self down the stairs. I’ll work on that.