Half-formed thought.

I can't quite touch my toes to my nose right now but I do spend a lot of time and energy standing in the same place, trying to make shapes with my body. This practice, which I'm ever grateful for, still doesn't make a lot of sense to me. It's been a bit more than three years and the effort I've been able or willing to dedicate to it has fluctuated over that time. But even when I've been a negligent student, I've always continued to think of myself as merely a lapsed student, but a student nonetheless. Yoga philosophy teaches us not to be attached but I'm hopelessly attached to the practice. Perhaps it's not very yogic of me; when I'm away from the practice I tend to become anxious about it.