Yoga is my nemesis.

I don’t practice yoga. At all. In fact, I avoid it at all costs. It has become this “thing” hanging out there that… TAUNTS ME.

My brother is a huge advocate of the practice. He gently, scratch that,  not-so-gently reminds me that I need to give it a try. He has found free classes in town for me to attend. He has set the bookmarks on my Mac so that these classes pop up every time I hit the Internet. (And being the not-so-savvy-Mac girl that I am, I have no clue how to change those settings.) He even sends me random texts every once in awhile to remind me that my nemesis is still hanging out there… UNCONQUERED.

My big stumbling block is not the actual physical effort involved, rather, the whole gentle, quiet contemplative nature of the practice.

Asking me to clear my mind and get into a serene, calm space is like asking a weed not to grow. (Yes, I just called my mind a weed.)

There is just no way it is going to happen.

I’m not sure if it is because I am a mother or because I am a multi-tasker by nature but I find it impossible to turn off that little voice in the back of my head that is constantly reminding me what I have TO DO, LEARN, CREATE, CONQUER and REMEMBER.

I have no doubt that yoga, and all it represents would be beneficial.

I’m just not convinced that I can quiet my mind…. EVER.

How about you? Have you ever achieved that state? Is it possible? How the heck did you do it?