Here’s what I have to tell you.  Shhhh, come closer.  Closer.  Okay:

I don’t feel like doing yoga anymore.

I practiced a couple times last week.  Nothing this week so far, but I have plans to practice with the Engineer tomorrow morning.  Our yoga practice & potluck is on Sunday, so I’ll practice then, too.

I don’t know if it’s the back injury, or everything else that’s going on in my life, but I’m just not feeling it — the yoga, that is.  But the thing about this practice is, even if you’re not feeling it: you do it.  Or, as Guruji says, “You do!” That’s precisely why I’m bothering with this whole WoYoPracMo thing, even with all of the added stress* right now, because I know I need to get back into some good practice habits.  Yoga is something that helps me cope, and I need to cope.

Resistance is an interesting thing.  I’ve always felt that resistance occurs at precisely the place at which you should dig deeper — like a treasure chest guarded by a protective spell. There is so much to be learned by working through resistance, if you can make yourself pick up that shovel and start to dig.

* My husband’s foot may or may not be broken.   It could be a sprain, or a stress fracture.  No cast for now, but he has to stay off it.  No driving yet. Followup in two weeks.  Dad’s radiation treatments are going well.  We are planning a blowout Christmas dinner.