Right now, 6:44 am, is proof of what Bikram yoga did for me. I am wide awake in this tiny apartment, here in NY, with all this energy and nowhere to go. The girls are sound asleep in the livingroom, which is also, the kitchen, so unless I want to have coffee in the bathroom, I have to stay in bed. We don’t have to go to yoga til 11am today, so there’s no need to get up at this hour.
Where was this yoga when I was teaching and raising two kids? My life would have been so much easier if I had this kind of energy at 37. I have never felt so good during a food and drink filled weekend such as this, both physically and mentally.
It’s almost 7am. Do you think they’d be mad if I went out there and started the coffee? Too bad for them. I’m the mama and I want my coffee.
And so, as another day begins to go by, I practically leap out of bed to start it, and…I have written.
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