I am writing this at 5 am. It’s early, earlier than most people are awake. Someone told me that this time of the morning is “what i consider leaving-for-the-airport early”.
I am awake because it is the first day of a yoga workshop: six weeks of classes which happen every weekday morning, at 6am. For some reason I already feel accomplished by being up at this time. Which is stupid because I am going to have a hell of a week ahead of me, and waking up on day one is roughly 2% of the journey.
Still I’m proud of my decision, and also excited, optimistic and eager. I feel excited about working in this new schedule because I’ve always felt more productive in the mornings. I’m optimistic because I know that the days which have started with yoga are more effective and more peaceful. And I look forward to the end results of six weeks of labor: greater flexibility, muscle strength and a better perspective on life.
I set up a sunday schedule that got me to bed by 830. Which is something I’ll have to continue to do for the rest of the week. I’ll post a photo of my progress as I go.
Signing off to stretch,