Let's be Real

    Getting into a groove of a daily yoga practice can be a difficult habit to build. I had this expectation in my head after my yoga teacher training that I would flow into this perfect daily practice and would just know what I needed to do. Then Life happens, and it can be so difficult to integrate all these amazing tools into my daily life. I have encountered a new learning curve of how to maintain this balance between life and my yoga practice. It can feel overwhelming trying to do both to the capacity at full life and full yoga. I am trying to be something so hard instead of just being. So how can I make an even space for both without limiting the other? This is the question I will ponder this week. 
I felt like I have fallen behind in my yoga this month because I let this overwhelming feeling fuel my self-doubt. As I contemplate this sense of balance, I will notice the things that come up instead of becoming them. I will be the noticer. I will watch and allow. 

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