I could say its because I got sick or daylight savings threw my routine or I had an early meeting or the kids needed me or I was traveling or blah, blah, blah… its always something.

Those things may be true, but the real truth is I’ve been avoiding exercise for as long I can remember. Its one of the toughest things for me to stay consistent with even though I always feel better afterwards.

This past weekend I was in a real mood. You know the one–snapping at everyone, short fuse, flustered that the day wasn’t already going as I wanted it to. I had the awareness that this just didn’t make sense. I’d slept late while Steve hung out with the kids and enjoyed coffee solo while I did some of my witchy things (more on that later) which is basically how I want to spend my whole life. From the outside it was like, what’s your problem lady? Some of the day took over and I started to spin out. I knew I had to get to my mat.

I used to feel like everything had to be perfect for me to take time for myself, but that’s just never going to happen. So I do it in the middle of the room and whoever is around knows, it’ll be short and sweet but its non-negotiable.

It was just a 15ish minute workout, but it literally changed my whole mood.

My relationship with exercise is complicated, but at 46 I know for sure it ALWAYS makes me feel better. So even if its been weeks or months or a few hours late-some is better than none and its never too late to start, again.