Time is short. I, meticulously, move through the number of things I can give up in a day in order to "fit it all in." I still never manage to fit it in. All that is. Always something missing. Always one of the things you wonder if you'll miss later.

Yoga is one of those. It's not that I haven't practiced. It's that I'm not practicing every day. My body is in a general state of completely rebellion. Ah, well, all we have is this moment.