I’m in a hotel room for a few days, hanging out and binge-working while Noble attends Space Camp. It’s amazing how much work I can get done without the distractions of cooking, cleaning, talking…you know, living with my people in our home. I am determined to accomplish a pretty daunting to-do list this week, which includes an online course I paid a LOT for and have been avoiding a LOT for the past several months. I let life get in the way, to be honest. I let the bathroom floor, the laundry, walking the dogs, brushing Jake, cleaning the stove…you get the idea…get in the way.
I’m on day 2 of this mostly-silent retreat. I’ve gotten a lot of work done, and some of that is work on myself. One of the things on my list is to stretch or do yoga every. single. day. Why? Because every time I show up to yoga, I’m stiff and my muscles are tight and I think, I should really stretch every day. It would be so easy to make that part of my morning routine, and then I wouldn’t feel like this every time I go to yoga. Then the next morning rolls around and I sit in bed too long or get busy and I don’t stretch…and then the next yoga class comes and I get frustrated because I really need to stretch more…and yep, I can continue this cycle for years, y’all. But not anymore—I’m doing it. Here in a hotel room in Huntsville, Alabama, I wake up, have my quiet time, then hit the floor for some stretching/yoga. I figure I’ll add a few more minutes each day, and by the end of my time here I’ll have a pretty solid routine to take home with me.
It sounds easy, doesn’t it? Stretching, that is. For the most part, it is. This morning I thought I’d get extra fancy and hold each pose/stretch for 10 breaths. It sounds pretty easy, but I challenge you to try it. You know what I realized? I hold my breath. I would start out counting breaths, and then I would stop breathing and just count seconds. It was the weirdest thing…I was on the mat, specifically to stretch and breathe, and I would forget to breathe.
I was holding my breath typing that, I just realized. I think that’s the lesson God wants me to add to my list this week: Just breathe.
I’ll let you know how I do. ;)