I've become obsessed with Yoga. It's an awesome workout for this high strung girl. And I mean high strung. Anxiety attacks me when I'm trying to get ready for work, even if I know I have plenty of time to get there. It's a bit ridiculous. I have suspicions that I have a high level of cortisol in my system. I need to calm down. My goal has been to do at least ten minutes of yoga a day. Consecutively I'm on day five. I would like to turn it into day three hundred sixty five.
And I can tell a difference.
*double fist pump*
For me, I'm excited to connect my beliefs with my practice. I've been
(slowly reading) Holy Yoga, which I am at first very turned off by the title. It seems unattainable almost, unreal, to call what I do Holy. There were moments dancing that were sacred to me. That's where I could be found to be fully alive, and at times fully broken. Even if I'm not in a dance classroom, I want access to that every day. Maybe I can find it in yoga.