Sometimes, there are situations about which I cannot figure out how I feel until they are over.
I can have delayed reactions where my anxiety level skyrockets, and that never serves me well.
I wind up taking a break from everything, including yoga.
Read MoreFrom one day to the next, I look forward to yoga.
It has been more than a year since I first stepped into the studio, and I never tire of it.
I like preparing to go. I like being there. I like the workout.
And, in turn, I like whatever it is I am doing afterwards.
The after effects of each class stay with me until the next class, and so I go as often as I can.
It is a good place, and it puts me in a good space.
Read MoreLast Friday I went overboard.
Faced a fear and lived to tell!
I consider my yoga mat a safe haven.
Like a Kindergartener who pulls out a mat during rest period, I am content to arrive at yoga, take my mat from the shelf, unroll it, and step to it.
My mat is longer than my body and less than a yard wide. And, best of all, it is purple, my favorite color since Kindergarten days.
The yoga practice takes place 100 percent on the mat. One yogi, one mat. Some classes can be so crowded that a person might be only inches from a neighbor, but each one’s mat honors a personal space.
The yoga mat is home to every student and to every asana.
Read MoreAnne Samit is an author and a yogi, moving every day and writing it all down along the way.
