Monday is for yoga.

It starts my week off on the right foot. Or arm. Or elbow. Or whatever other appendage we end up balancing on while sweating (and inwardly swearing) and breathing.
As much as I love it, I also totally hate it. It hurts, it’s pretty hippy dippy and I find it so so hard to just focus and breathe…two things that yoga constantly urges one to do. However, it is for this very reason that I keep going back. I love how hard it is physically but also how challenging it can be to mentally (or in my case: attempt to) switch off the hundred and one things on my internal to-do list. Stepping back and slowing down and turning off can only be good for me. An hour and a half a week really isn’t too much to give, is it?