The sunset was pink, blue, and purple over my neighbors’ blue-and-purple houses as I walked to the yoga studio to teach tonight. One of those odd T or C sunsets where the color was not in the west, but somewhere else. Tonight, the northeast. It was beautiful, but daylight was ending already at five-fifteen.
Waiting until I’ve done all my chores and errands before I do what’s most rewarding is no longer an option. It could be dark by then. I’ve always been the work-first play-later type, the anti-procrastinator, but if I want to walk, run, or do outdoor yoga, I have to take advantage of the sunny hours, the warmest part of the day.
Sometimes I make myself do every tedious task before I free myself to write. Life is short. My days are shorter. I feel young, but I’m not. What am I waiting for? Along with teaching yoga, this is my work and my art. I give myself permission, right this minute, to drop everything else and do it.
Amber Foxx Mysteries 
The Sutras begin with ‘now’, almost as though an urgency…
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I took a class in Albuquerque with a teacher who opened the class with this same observation. The importance of that word. Now. She studied Iyengar yoga in India a few years ago and I think you may have teachers in common.
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It’s uncanny how the energy connects us with similar lessons. Just a day before I read your post, I had written about it in my journal. I would be happy to share it with you like.
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Please do. Maybe it becomes a post on your blog?
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Reading this was startling! It made me stop and think about how I live, and I am far too structured. I believe I was meant to see this post and may somehow I can start to shed my sense of doing things to get them out of the way.
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