The Right Direction

I've never considered myself to be slothful, yet I'm not sure what else to call it. I work hard to establish
worthwhile habits, and then the law of diminishing intent overwhelms me, and all of a sudden, I'm drifting too far from the shore, as the old gospel song goes.
I'd gotten into the habit of doing yoga each morning while the coffee brewed. It makes me feel great. Afterwards I feel centered and less affected by the random noise that is around me. My coffee and the food I eat tastes better.
But I skip one day because of an early meeting, or I'm out of town, or on a cruise, and the next thing I know, yoga is the last thing on my mind and stuff comes at me like I'd just stepped into a yellow-jacket nest.
I think a lot of people struggle with this same issue. We work hard to get our ducks in a row, and then life happens and throws us off course. Soon we're adrift without map or rudder.
This week I've gotten back on course, and I'm feeling more focused and stronger.  When I woke up this morning, I grabbed my mat, and headed out to the deck. I tossed it while holding one end and it popped before settling down like a rubber blanket.
I did yoga as the morning came alive, I could smell the flowers and herbs in the pots around me, and off in the distance, I heard the barn owl down in the hollow. He seemed to be saying Who, Who, Who's headed in the right direction now.
This picture has absolutely nothing to do with these words, but I think posts are better if they have a picture.