Neglectful blogging

I have neglected you, my little blog, but I am back and with a desire to devote more energy to this project of mine.

Recently I went to San Diego to visit my family, and didn't take a yoga class for about a week and half - which feels like an eternity when you practice consistently. I took walks, did some home practice and even used my mom as a guinea pig for some practice sessions in teaching, learning that I have a long way to go in developing the teaching skills.

I went down there with the hopes of studying the sutras, practicing pranayama and finishing my anatomy homework to get a solid jump on it all before class this coming weekend. I was a little over zealous, I guess, as I didn't get any of that done. I felt guilty about neglecting my practice (which includes this blog) and my homework - until today. I finally buckled down and dedicated the time to something I love dearly. I didn't even need to carve out many hours, just some moments when I wasn't trying to do anything else. Therein lies my dilemma - Why is it hard to find time to do what I love? How can it be so easy to make excuses for something that makes me feel so good - physically and mentally?

Putting the guilt and excuses aside, I've decided to do something radical - forgive myself. Along with forgiving myself, I am not going to create unreasonable goals in order to "make-up" for what I feel I've missed. I am allowing my past to be part of the path I am on, instead of resisting and trying to overcorrect for it. The fact that I slacked off does not mean I am a slacker. I am still just me, working on accepting the ever-changing present.