I get asked the question a lot and I know its because I went from 60 to 0 on the social sharing scale lately. Yes, I do still practice yoga and yes I literally (I know, that word has lost all it’s meaning lately) practice every single day. I am 100% addicted to it, it has grown to be such a huge part of me and my daily life that my day just does not feel right or complete without it (that’s the short answer, but I feel it’s gonna get a bit longer winded). I finished a 30 day yoga challenge at the studio, a few weeks ago (31 classes within a 30 day stretch – I eye roll at my self for being such a keener too, it’s ok), and it totally changed the way I feel about my practice (I’m trying to work on a post about how it changed me, but without all the touchy “feelings“).

I’ve reached this point where, this practice is so apart of my daily life that when I miss a day I feel like I didn’t sleep, or eat or something else that’s important to sustaining human life (dramatic, maybe a little). Like it’s very possible that it just might fit next to ‘shelter’ on my basic humans needs list. Or if I were asked the question “what would you bring to a deserted island?” I’d probably say my mat, no lies. I crawl out of bed to make that 6:30 am class every week day and then early on the weekends because I absolutely love it and because I need it, I’m like a coffee addict who gets a headache when she doesn’t get that fix of caffeine but instead of coffee it’s my daily yoga practice that puts be back where I need to be.

We live in the age where sharing is apart of doing. Where it’s not just about what you know or do, it’s about what you share. Along with my practice (which is mostly a sweaty hot practice, see photo above) becoming so ingrained and important to me and my everyday, it’s become this thing that feels much more personal and much harder to post and share nonchalantly about. I don’t know if that makes sense? I plan to still share whenever it feels natural, I actually love talking about it to anyone who is willing to listen – but sometimes (more specifically, just these days) shouting out about all the things just doesn’t feel right to me.

For me, my practice has become like one of those things we love with every part of our being (like families, babies and partners- but not as much as the love we have for them) and sometimes you want to keep those things you love with every part of your being, just to yourself to love and enjoy. To shelter those moments and hoard them all to yourself. Sometimes holding memories, moments and things all to yourself is better than sharing, sometimes it feels like it makes them even bigger and better when they are just for you, like you have this giant lovely secret that no one else knows about.

That’s the long end of how I feel about my practice and of course my heart filling family (I had a feeling it was gonna get long and winded) sometimes yelling about every moment makes them feel bigger and better, but for me in this moment this is what comes natural.

*Ha! Two posts in a row with my feet, I promise this isn’t a theme – total and complete accident, scouts honor!