A Moment to Breathe

I am terrible at journaling, thus my attempt at blogging.  So...seeing as how this is my journal of sorts, some of my post are quite random and people who read them now, might think they just wasted 3 minutes of their precious time.  These post are more directed for the day when I get these all organized and passed to my posterity somehow.  Weird?  Yes.  But some of you understand.  Anyways, this is one of those posts. :D

I LOVE yoga.  I mean, honestly and truthfully, love it.  I always thought it was a strange thing and that it was highly overrated until I took a yoga class from Salt Lake Community College my senior year in high school.  I'm glad I started with an actual class so I could learn more about the practice and it's origins.  I don't choose to live every aspect of a yogi lifestyle, but I enjoy parts of it.  Yoga itself, is one of my favorite ways to spend me time.  I don't do it often enough, but my goal is to do it more, I am hoping once a week, but that might be wishful thinking.  I went to a yoga class at Gold's Gym tonight taught by my favorite teacher, John.  He is very much a yogi, he is super chill.  Tonight we did a lot of just stretching, not a whole lot of hard, get all sweaty, yoga.  Just great stretching and movement, and breathing.  I forget to do that sometimes.  

Yoga is my time.   I get to focus on MY body, on what I want, and how I want to move.  It sounds slightly selfish, but really, it's not.  I spend a lot of time focusing on other people's bodies with what I have chosen to study, I worry a lot about what other people want and need from me and what other people want and expect me to do.  When I am doing yoga, it all disappears, and for an hour, my world, is my world.  I don't think about the fam, about my friends, about the boy, about the upcoming trip this weekend, I just think about connecting my movement with the breath.  As corny as it sounds, I feel like every breath I breathe out (because you don't really blow in yoga) is like breathing out a worry or concern I may have.  I am sitting here an hour later and thoughts keep popping into my head of something I was worried about 4 hours ago, and almost as fast as it registers in brain, I breathe out and it's gone again.  Breathe Frizz, just Breathe.