I set my alarm for 5am with the full intention of going to this morning’s yoga class. I even took a shower last night and went to bed early in anticipation of having to be awake. But as soon as the dulcet tones of my iPhone went off, I knew there was no way in hell I would be Downward Facing Dog in an hour. My recovering-from-a-cold body just wasn’t up to it and I wasn’t going to force it, knowing I’d be back on the mat in two days.
This is something I’m struggling with, actually. Finding the right yoga schedule for me. While I like the idea of attending three classes a week, in reality, once my 60 day Unlimited Introductory Pass is up in mid-February, I won’t be able to afford to go that often. But, more than anything, a pattern is being set: Tuesdays I feel energized, Thursdays I feel exhausted. I think that, right there, is all I need to know about sticking to a Tuesday/Saturday yoga practice.
So it was that this morning I decided to opt out of yoga. But, having gone to bed early, I wasn’t going back to sleep, either. Instead, I decided to go out for breakfast.
Breakfast is, without a doubt, my favorite meal of the day. Well, okay, actually, Brunch is probably my favorite meal but Breakfast is a close second. I love it so much I will happily spend a good majority of my daily Weight Watchers points on breakfast. Eating out for lunch or dinner is frequent but eating out for breakfast is a rare and delightful treat.
It’s amazing how spending an hour in a coffee shop with a book and a breakfast sandwich can transform the start of the day. It’s not that I normally feel rushed or hurried in the morning. I’m the type to set out clothes and pack a lunch the night before. But I don’t exactly go out of my way to pause and appreciate the silence of daybreak, either. Especially when I’m getting over a cold and feel sluggish. But this morning, I was able to watch the dark sky brighten to day while sipping a latte.
These are the moments I want more of. The moments of shanti, of peace. These are the moments that meet my resolution to live in and appreciate the small moments that make up the present. And it was a surprisingly easy moment to capture. Just a matter of stopping and smelling the caffeine.
Love from the ashes,