Inertia

Every time I don't go to yoga for more than one day in a row, it's harder and harder for me to get back.

That's how I ended up not going Tuesday, despite my hair. Or the day before. Inertia sets in.

I couldn't drag myself out of bed this morning, and I'm afraid I won't make it to the studio tonight. Afraid I'll really fail at my goal this week. I'm already at four, not five.

I WILL GO. I know I'll go. And I won't regret it.

And I guarantee you the second I'm done, I'll be itching to practice again. Really, I should probably just go every day, then.