Last night’s sleep was not the best. The cats were loud. And I mean LOUD.
They kept trying to open the bedroom’s pocket door and meowed loudly when their efforts failed. The thuds were substantial, as if they were body slamming themselves against the door. Rinse and repeat at least 4 times throughout the night. I am a very light sleeper and struggled to resume sleeping after each incident. When my alarm went off at 5, I just couldn’t do it.
I did manage to crawl out of bed at 5:20, though. I had no new Kindle books begging to be read and the clip-on reading light that I ordered from Amazon was still in transit. At least my disdain for artificial light in the predawn hours combined with a paltry Kindle library inspired me to roll out my yoga mat.
It didn’t hurt that last night I had decided what this morning’s yoga practice would look like.
However, preparation isn’t always enough to get me moving. In fact, it rarely is. But, viewing my “lack of discipline” through a new lens – namely, that it’s my ego’s attempt at self-preservation as I become more intimate with Self – proved to be a powerful motivator.
So…just as I was getting set up for my asana practice, a mini (external) crisis arose, and addressing it took about a half hour. Once things settled down, my ego implored me to skip the asanas and just read instead. After all, I no longer had an hour available to me to practice the sequence I had planned.
I begrudgingly ignored my ego and instead did several rounds of traditional surya namaskar (facing the sun as it rose), followed by a very chill handful of poses that felt right in the moment. The meditation that followed was delicious as well. Not as “wow!”-inducing as the one I had the other day, but I’m not complaining.