My Yoga Retreat
January 2, 2019

     This is not a travel log.  I have not gone on a yoga retreat, and it‛s unlikely that I will do so this year – at least in the sense of some kind of yoga-centered vacation, a la Elizabeth Gilbert in Eat, Pray, Love.  Not in the cards.  Not for this #mommylawyer.

     But I have started doing ten minutes of yoga a day.  It‛s been about three weeks since I started this regular morning practice, and I‛m starting to feel some positive effects – (re)discovering muscle groups neglected for far too long and (re)developing a stronger sense of groundedness, centered-ness, mental clarity.

     And it costs me ten minutes a day.  

     Over the course of a year, if I only stick to that amount of time (already, I‛m wanting to do more), it would add up to 3,650 minutes of yoga – or, actually 3,660 since this is a leap year!  And if I divide those 3,660 minutes by the 1,000 non-sleep minutes I have each day, that‛s over three and a half days of nothing but yoga and sleep.  That‛s starting to sound more like a retreat.

     Maybe.  But who wants to only practice yoga and sleep?  Okay, some people.  But I like to eat and read and go for walks and write, so my retreat needs something a little less daunting than yoga every waking minute. 

    If I figure, instead, on six hours of daily yoga on my hypothetical retreat, that would be 360 minutes of yoga per day.  This means that I‛m giving myself the equivalent of a ten-day yoga retreat this year, with an hour to spare! 

     That sounds well worth my ten minutes a day.