|Found this while walking with my dog.|
Here's something, though: Not only have I managed to wake and practice every morning, but it has only been three weeks and already morning practice is a total joy. This is really exciting because, for years, I have felt like I was cheating myself out of I-knew-not-what by doing practice later in the day. I wanted to do morning practice, but could never seem to manage it. I didn't often feel well enough or strong-willed enough to hit the mat straight out of the gate. Twice, I had hoped that daily training with Swenson would give me a running start, but no dice.
But then, this morning, this happened: The alarm went off at 4:25am. I looked at it. I turned it off, crawled back under the covers and started to roll over. I heard a little voice that I've heard many times before mutter, "just a few more minutes."
I agreed and began to fade away when a second voice rang loudly, clearly through the fog. "No! Get up! I am rested and I want to do my practice!"
Wait. What? Who??
I got up. Performed the kriyas, did my practice, and loved every minute of it. It is enchanting to witness the birth of a new pattern and the death of an old way.