I was frustrated today for many, banal things. It was objectively a good day; I’m healthy, my partner is healthy, my family is doing well. So no real problems.
But there were niggling problems. They were about to get the better of me when I realized that I still wanted/needed to do my daily yoga. And I feel physically better, and therefore psychologically better.
It works. Just need to do it in spite of yourself, and then it works. You don’t think it will when you start your practice, but then it does.
There needs to be one thing in this world that we can count on. We are alive, we breathe, we just make the breathing important from time to time.