Practicing the art of publishing and relentless Optimism against the INEVITABLE flow of time and my own self consciousness by not taking it too seriously.

New York.

Recovery is a Commitment

I woke up at 8:20 for an 8:45 yoga/meditation in Dumbo after seeing two different music acts last night and not getting home until 2:30AM. I had very little desire to walk all the way to practice, and I literally spent 10 minutes debating/negotiating to try to stay in bed. In the end, if I want to fix myself, I need to give recovery discipline. Which means not missing yoga, stretching consistently, and going to PT. Fine. I did. It was actually a pretty great practice, lots of side stretches and I kept an intention of grounding better and keeping my hips and shoulders aligned properly.

Meditation was average, I merely existed for a little, but never really broke the barrier. I was pretty tired so some of me was fighting nodding off. No flame today. 

I did get myself a bagel with lox, cc and the works plus a bag of chips as a reward. And after a shower, slept for another ~3 hours. Whatever, I made the commitment and I followed through, I deserved both

Light [Hungout] Swim

Recovery is a Journey