Isn’t it funny how we resist doing things we know are good for us? Why do we do this?
Sometimes, I resist trying something new even though I know I will enjoy it and it will do me good. Why is growing and doing new things so hard?
This week, I’ve been struggling to adapt my routine to accommodate a new yoga practice, deemed “homework” by the tantric yoga workshop I am currently doing. It’s a simple breathing exercise and a few rounds of sun salutations which should take 15 minutes max. And yet today is the first day I’ve been able to make myself do it.
It was pretty intense. I got very lightheaded. It will be interesting to try it again tomorrow!