The days that I least want to do yoga are the days I need it most. I drag my cranky, perpetually adolescent mind & body to the ladies' room to change into my gym clothes. I do yoga on my lunch break in the little staff room upstairs. Once I make it up to the staff room we're all good, my mind, body, & me.
I am so tempted to write a paragraph here about all the things I'm not - as related to yoga & athleticism & mystic meditationy stuff. But let's try this instead:
I love how yoga makes me feel. I love my body moving through the poses. I love starting over with a snap-crackle-pop after too many days away. I love physical strength developing. I love paying attention. I love bringing my concentration back to the instructions and the pose when my chattering rattling mind wanders off into sh!tville, again. I love the mental clarity I bring back to my day-job. I love my attitude flexing into something as warm & bendy as my body.