Not gonna lie … March was a vibe. Not a particularly yoga-ish one, though. Once again, life (and a very persuasive snooze button) got in the way of my best intentions. I packed my yoga mat for a work trip to Hobart – a truly noble gesture – but it mostly enjoyed a lovely hotel holiday, untouched and unbothered.
Meanwhile, I was dragging myself out of bed like a sock that got lost behind the dryer – crumpled, confused, and not ready for public life. My back was still grumbling from last month’s flare-up, and I somehow managed to prioritise lying on my mat more than actually moving on it. A bold strategy – not very effective, but bold.
Milestones and micro-victories
Did I do daily salutations? No. Gentle nightly stretches? Also no.
But I did commune with my bolster for three deeply reflective minutes. And I did lie on the floor, call it “meditation,” and nearly fall asleep. So don’t come for me about being lazy – I did stuff!
The truth is that I had more massages than yoga sessions in March – which is really just outsourcing my mobility plan at this point. Call it what you want, but my approach was less sun salutation, more ‘delegate flexibility to the professionals’.
Work smarter, not harder.
And look – I thought about yoga several times. That surely counts as trying to restart a yoga habit … right? Right?
The stretch ahead
There’s really only one way to go from here. The goal for April is to move beyond decorative yoga equipment. The mat deserves better. The bolster deserves a proper sit. And my back, frankly, needs those cobras before it stages a full revolt.
So: gentle re-entry. A couple of stretches in the morning, maybe a moon salutation or two before bed – and absolutely no more pretending my alarm clock is just a polite suggestion.
(Look, even I don’t believe me.)
Final bow
This month wasn’t about progress. It wasn’t even about persistence. It was more of a slow, sleepy tumble toward intention. But you know what? I’m still here, still stretching (metaphorically, if not physically), and still trying.
Because trying to restart a yoga habit is still trying – and that’s enough.
Namast-ehh.
Em x
