I haven't been to the yoga studio since Sunday. Normally - when Victoria has not been hit by snow and there is no ice on the roads and I don't have to sweep snow off my car at 5:30 in the morning - I would have gone to two morning mysore classes by Thursday. This morning, I did not want to do anything. I enjoyed my chanting and my preparation for pranayama - probably because they are so new - but my asana practice was rough. The entire time, from my first Surya Namaskr, my mind would not shut the hell up. It just kept trying to convince me that I did not want to practice. This is when being in a class with other people and a teacher is so very helpful. There's peer pressure to keep moving, to keep going. I closed right before Marichyasana A. I was done. I rested in child's pose after Savasana, that seemed to help ground me.
So whereas yesterday I was in love with the fact that I could create my own practice in my own living room without the need for a teacher. Today would have been the perfect day to have someone gently coax me forward.
There's always two sides to the story.