I just started working yesterday after a fourteen month sabbatical. Wow. It was hella weird. Like time warp meets bizarre clips of office space. I definitely feel refreshed, recharged, and raring to go. Mentally, at least. But I wondered how on earth I’ll keep up with the yoga. I don’t exactly have a great track record when a lot (or anything) is going on.

I’m quite pleased to announce that something quite miraculous happened this morning. I got up at 6 (yes, that is ante meridian for those that know me well, it is a pertinent clarification) and did 45 minutes of yoga before catching transit into the city for work. Holy shit! How virtuous have I become?! I know, I know, yogi’s and yogini’s all over the country and all over the world accomplish this every single day, but this is me we are talking about. I never get up early for anything.

I’m feeling quite proud of myself. Thought I’d let you all know.

There was also a relevant and super great article on a blog this week about waking up every morning on top of the world. I love their example of when the alarm clock goes off and, true to nature, my knee jerk reaction is: “Oh shit, it’s 6am!” Great advice, not only on coping for us night owls, but also on bringing positivity and gratitude into your life from the very first moment each day.

I know how to invoke some gratitude. What if my alarm clock had a sneaking resemblance to an iced donut, and I could snooze by snacking on it. Hmmm?

[This is the second reference to baked goods in the last week. It seems I’ve got frosty icing on the brain!]