I succeeded in doing 25 yoga practices this month.
The Erin from 2011 would berate the Erin from 2013 about this failure.
But 2013 has brought a different perspective.
25 practices in 31 days (plus some running) ain't too shabby.
On the whole, I feel stronger and more aware than I did a month ago.
Aware enough to linger over a wonderfully made cappuccino at a newly discovered coffee shop.
Aware enough to realize that regular yoga practice is essential to my sanity.
Aware enough to be grateful amid my life's chaos for the beautifully windy day that was today, the last of January.
Namaste, friends.
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