mulling things over

Travel yoga

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.