Woke up about 4 a.m. to go to the washroom. Laid back down but my mind was spinning on all my shortcomings, work frustrations, family frustrations, money worries, etc. Looked at the clock about 5 a.m. Was frustrated that I could not enjoy my last hour of sleep.
I remembered my yoga teacher’s exercise of imagining what we’re going to have our body do before we do it, and how there is a measurable muscular response just by imagining it. So every time my mind chattered something negative, I pictured myself doing yoga stretches, breathing deeply as I imagined myself stretching, how my muscles would feel, exploring every moment of what I would be doing. I can’t remember how long I did that because I fell asleep. Wild.
