Dear Diary, I think I'm going to start doing yoga
"I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try..."
In yet another ‘new year/new me’ inspired moment of madness, this week I decided to start doing yoga.
This was quite the plot twist for me, because, honestly, I hate yoga. It’s so spiritual and earnest, and it’s like, no, Sandra, I don’t want to be ‘more present’ in my body, I just want to be able to do some cool handstands and shit. When do you think I’ll be able to start doing that?
But in the same way that the new year has made me want to turn myself into the kind of person who can play the piano and sing like Adele, I decided I also wanted to be bendy. So I downloaded an app called Down Dog, and I added a daily yoga session to my daily piano practice, and my daily walk (Now with added weights!), and that was when I realized I’d possibly taken this whole new year/new me thing too far, because now I have all this STUFF I have to do every day, and seriously, HOW? How do people find time for self-improvement? Or even just hobbies? On top of all the housework, and the ACTUAL work, and the self-care work, and the drinking-two-litres-of-water-every-day work? HOW, though? And why does everything start to feel like work eventually?
Incidentally, this is what the Substack AI thinks a ‘Down Dog’ might look like. I feel this in my bones: