I do yoga occasionally. Two years ago, I attended a morning class at a local studio for a set period, but the studio changed and the morning class disappeared. I hadn't gone for a while, and this is a new studio I found after a long time. This time, I am doing Hatha yoga; rather than feeling like I am executing each pose, I just try it out. I regulate my breath, hold where necessary and relax where needed, and lift my eyes over my body to visualize the best possible alignment. Yet, after spending 80 minutes in struggle-filled movements, the 10 minutes or so of Savasana that follows feel as sweet and refreshing as the aftermath of running a half marathon. In the past, when I did yoga, there were many times I couldn't concentrate at all because I constantly compared myself to the few other members or was too self-conscious about my sagging skin. But now, just as my teacher said to stay in the present, I am successfully taking things one step at a time from within. Looking back, the last few months have been like that. I just tried it and moved on. And after it was over, there was always the next one; looking back, I realize that was a good thing. It is June and a time to ramp up production, so I haven't been able to find any time at all for yoga; therefore, I am writing this with the mindset of doing yoga.