Yesterday was One Of Those Days. I didn't post, because I was slogging through the muck of my own mind for much of the day. Normally, I would have taught two yoga classes, but events conspired and I ended up not doing any yoga at all and then beating myself up over it for much of the day instead of just getting on my mat.
I get in my own way.
The day was unsatisfactory in other ways, and I was deeply grateful when it was time for bed. Grateful for new starts--every morning is a new chance to start over. To do better.
I had scheduled TODAY as a day with my Jane (13.) For some reason, I thought she had today off from school, so I rearranged my schedule so that she and I could have a fun day together. Alas, it was not to be. (I know what you're thinking--I could have kept her home anyway. But we're in a new germ pool AGAIN and she's already missed some school due to a stomach virus and strep so she has to go as long as she's healthy.)
So, I have this day stretching out ahead of me with no appointments, no fixed schedule. I can't remember the last time I had a day like that.
Which kind of makes me wonder if today was a mistake at all.