I’m looking at the clock, again. Only a few minutes have passed since last time I checked. I’m in my favorite evening yoga class, but unfortunately today my mind is utterly bored. As soon as we hold a pose for more than a breath my mind is off on its own, thinking about brussel sprouts and email and plans for tomorrow. Every time I realize my mind is spinning I sigh, and try to let the thoughts go and focus on my breathing. Maybe I shouldn’t have come to class today? I’m obviously not in a very yogic frame of mind.

Walking home I notice that I feel a little bit more grounded than I did before class. Practicing felt like babysitting a hyper 3-year old, but it is often when we resist practicing we need it the most. In fact, what would be the benefit of doing yoga only on days when you feel calm and centered?

I certainly wasn’t able to focus my awareness today, but patiently trying to quiet my jumpy mind did teach me a thing or two about sticking with it and accepting that some days will be challenging.

Even if I promptly went home to check email after class.