Sometimes I wonder why we know what makes us happy, but we chose not to do it. Before traveling to New Zealand earlier this year, I was in love with my yoga practice. I was going 3-4 times a week and to the point, I was questioning whether or not I should become a yoga instructor. I was far from doing a perfect headstand and my left hip still wouldn’t stretch the way I wanted it too, but yoga gave me a sense of peace that I needed. In a hectic world that we live it, it felt rewarding to be quiet with myself for 60 minutes, unable to check my phone or even having to speak. I would go into class feeling tense and come out relaxed. Each month that went by, I wondered why I wasn’t going to class. There was always an excuse I had in my head. It cost too much. It was already too hot outside. It was going to be hard again. On Sunday, I decided that it was time to give up the excuses and get my yoga pants back into class. The instructor remembered my name as soon as I walked through the door, which made me feel a little guilty. I wanted to explain that it wasn’t anything personal, but she was just all smiles and welcoming. I spread my mat down and laid on my back. I instantly felt at home again. Class began and I realized I had hardly stretched in the last six months that I have been gone. I was tight all over. The hour was tough and I am still sore two days later. But, yesterday when the day became hectic, I felt an inner peace inside of me, that I knew I could thank yoga for. I am happy to be back to my practice and once again doing what I know makes me happy!