Goldilocks
I am working daily to acquiesce to the fact that the Universe runs the way IT pleases rather than in accordance with MY wishes. 
Ohhhh, it was one of those mornings. It started at 0400 when I spilled my bedside water bottle all over the floor. And made a wreck in the kitchen working the morning libation. Then continued on with blowing the circuit breaker from various contraptions in the yoga room. Grumped over to the neighborhood Baptiste studio.
I have great affection for Baptiste — they have the HEAT & humidity thing just down, & a refreshingly no-yoga-snobbery attitude — but I’ve been loving my Forrest time because of the deep sophistication of the practice. But I just can’t get my room hot enough. The heat & humidity is doing wonders for my back. I love Back Bay because they have the bestest teachers in the whole world. But they can’t get their rooms hot enough either. My great wish during the workshop at New Haven & the recent teacher trainings have been to have Ana & a hot room for 2 hours every morning. Heaven.
Goldilocks can’t find the right porridge. Well, she knows what her favorite porridge is, but that’s just not available. And she keeps accicentally spilling all the porridge that is available.
It’s a pretty okay problem to have, I guess. Just means I really really have to acknowledge that whatever planning or controlling or scheduling I think I should do will always get soundly trounced & laughed at by the universe. Just need to take practice day by day, which is how it happens anyway, so really, why have I continually tried to fight it with imaginary practice plans & schedules & goals? 
Point being, today I went & did my modified Forresty practice with the Baptiste-ites, & then came home & did the first 50 minutes of Day 3 of the Forrest 5 Day Intensive. Which worked rather nicely & therefore has me back fantasizing & scheduling & planning… OY!!
Tags: Daily Yoga Practice