Mondays are really just the roughest.

Yesterday was the kind of day where we had to make ourselves a cup of coffee in order to get up and out the door to make it to Starbucks.

And, as the day dragged on, it only got harder and more challenging. And things kept getting added to the To-Do list instead of being crossed off it. Eek.

Luckily, Monday is also the day of Body Temple Yoga. Perfectly placed right in between two sucky days. After months of not attending the class, we finally made it. As the instructor started singing with her harmonium, I felt my mind instantly close off the stress and frustrations of the day.

We were in our sacred space.

Focused on our movements, our holds, and our breath.

It was a Monday. But in our sacred space, Monday doesn’t seem all that terrible.