When Things Fall Apart the Yoga Practice will Hold You
I’ve hit a lot of roadblocks with this yoga studio space. I’m in the second month and only partially open because of a broken pipe, the new flooring torn up, and no toilet. I’m still living my dream. I have a yoga studio business. I wake and meditate.
Even with all the yoga practice and meditation I still yell. Mostly at myself, but also I yell at my family. Monday mornings are rough for everyone, but they don’t deserve it and I immediately apologize with regret and breath deeper and hug them more. I keep working at the journey to stay cool even when things fall apart. My yoga practice holds me like a hug during the tough times and allows me to celebrate more freely during the easy times. I am not perfect; the practice is a practice—not a perfect.