Getting ready for yoga the morning, I contemplated the residual aches and exhaustion I felt from the week, anticipating whether they would magnify or dissipate during class. I’m an avid anticipator. I spin each situation into as many possible outcomes as my brain can handle, then prepare myself for the most likely eventualities. Ian thinks it wastes energy, whereas I still perceive it as an unsung quality.

While I dished my dog her breakfast, a thought came into my focus, that knocked my anticipatory exercise off its pedestal. “Even if it hurts, that’s all part of it“. Attending class when I feel sub-optimal just adds another dimension to the practice. In the least, it could be a contrast to the next time class when I’m back in full force. With my worries nullified (and consciously trying not to over-think it) I set out for the studio. For one sweet hour, I was apathetic to worse and best case scenarios, and went with it.

Although I managed to wreck my mindful acceptance during Warrior III pose (I’ll save that for another ramble), I’m resting now with the fact I had set aside a little space of freedom for myself this morning.