The Hard Work of Yoga

For my yogi friends. . .

Does this feel familiar?

You sit on your mat, waiting for class to start.

The instructor begins, setting the mood for the class. Her voice is calm and serene, with just the right amount of joy.

You take a nice deep breath, thinking:

This is good. This is just what I need.

And then it happens . . . The monkey mind invades your practice.

Did I turn the coffee pot off?

It’s Sarah’s birthday next week. I have to remember to pick up a gift.

I can’t believe I’m stuck with that stupid reporting assignment at work.

Oh wait . . . Yoga.

Breathe. . .

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