As I wake this morning I begin to visualize my yoga practice. I make tea and gaze outside my window. All the while in the background I wonder what is holding me back from the mat or from meditation or from sound. I know that all roads lead to my practice, no matter how many small tasks I put in front of me. I see these roadblocks and wonder why resistance crops up around something so worthwhile. My mind trips me up. The transition from sleep to practice is not always the way I intend. The judgments start to creep in before I remind myself to let go and accept where I am. I remember that yoga practice is a joy and a privilege and something that I choose. So I plunge ahead and watch the resistance burn up in the warmth of my body moving through space and the sound of my breath before dawn.
— Julie Rappaport, 365 Yoga