My Yoga Mat

Some days I feel lost. My mind races with unmade decisions and unchecked emotions. The light at the end of the tunnel flickers but is too dim to follow with any real sense of security.

A run frequently helps focus my mind on the things of action. It is during the run that questions are answered and verdicts evaluated.

But even then, sometimes it’s not enough.

Lately, yoga has been my anchor. It’s not been anything fancy or rigid. It’s simply me, spreading out my yoga mat and occupying that small space with intention.

I want to live a life of intention, and somehow, lately, I’m finding that desire fulfilled when I’m purposeful about stretching the muscles in my legs, the muscles in my back and of course, doing my planks and push-ups.

I’m not ready to start up 30 days of yoga or 30 days of anything right now. I can’t even seem to commit to a 10 mile race in April….

But for now, I’m thinking that’s okay. I’m allowing myself to be present in the moment. I’m agreeing to the notion that with each moment passing, I have a choice; to let the moment pass or take possession of that moment and make it more than I thought it could be.

Some days I feel lost, but on my mat, lately I’ve found an astonishing sense of being content with where I am.