It's been four days since I've practiced any sort of yoga. And I'm okay with that. I've been busy in my acting life and that's been keeping the demons at bay. I know, however, that I should be doing my yoga but at the moment I'm seriously enjoying a cup of coffee, a smoothie, writing a blog and all while I'm in my pajamas. And oh yes, I'm listening to the 2nd part of Joel Plaskett's album "Three". It's perfect on a rainy day such as this. Later, I'm meeting my husband to see Star Trek. He's so skeptical since I'm not a Trekkie and I think more than anything he's worried that I'm a real nerd. I was recently watching the documentary Darkon and learned so much about the world of role playing. Afterwards, I went so far as to research the world of role playing in Ontario. I just want to dress up like a Renaissance princess and go to a Faire this summer. Seriously, how fun would that be?! I think it's the actor in me. I'll have to find a friend who's like-minded enough to appreciate the experience.

Now, I think the root of my yoga problem is the transition from Bikram to regular temp styles. I was informed by my earth mother yoga lady, Andrea, that I need to stop doing Bikram/hot yoga a week before my period until it's finish because my blood boils and the outlet for that boiling is through my face in the form of pimples. So I haven't done yoga for 4 days now but I should be. It's only when I have my period that I should stop altogether. Argh. I'll get it right. It's just this initial transition that's disruptive. I don't like disruptions. I think I resort to hermit-like behavior because I don't want to change. But I will. Slowly.