Day 11

So there was me thinking that I "couldn't" practice yoga with workmen in the house. Yes, it's a bit distracting and slightly uncomfortable to know there are men that you don't know all that well in your basement, but I was fed up today of the waiting...the waiting until they left. Yesterday I couldn't wait until 8pm to practice and had to just get on with it before I ran out of day, so I decided to do the same thing today, only more pro-actively. After all, they are not working in my yoga space as such (although at times it did feel like it). The walls and floors are thin here. It was interesting though. I decided to honour my preference for a late morning practice and did a 50 minute slow and gentle vinyasa, with lots of long holds and long deep breaths. It felt good. At times there was banging right beneath me...sawing...that's a new one. Perhaps they are doing the media shelving. And of course some compulsory drilling. Oh, and vacuuming. It was all going on down there. Men on a mission...with a deadline approaching. Meanwhile there was me, doing yoga and trying to quiet my mind.

The contrast, or you could say the yin and yang of this situation, seemed funny today. Made me smile, even chuckle out loud. Normally noise upsets and distracts me. Maybe it's something to do with feeling more relaxed after 10 consecutive days of yoga or just feeling at home...or maybe it's just that I'm pleased the work is finally getting done and the noise will all be worth it!

Either way, I broke down a belief barrier today. Next week I won't be so reluctant to practice when I want to...so long as my mind is willing.