That’s the term I’ve started using for the time I’ve spent recently.

I’m not someone to take the easy road. I actually don’t think one exists. Insert Robert Frost line here.

By doing yoga, meditating, losing weight, all of these things, I’m redefining who I am.

When it comes to writing, I largely don’t know what I’m doing, so every day I learn how to do what it is I want to do. I realize there is a simplistic version where I’ve always been a writer, and now I’m just writing a different thing, but… it’s just not true. There are skills that carry over, sure. But, a large part of it is like… what am I doing?

I think part of that is education-based. In high school, I tuned out. In college, I did what I needed to do to get by. I never really built a skill set where I learned to challenge myself and rise to a challenge. I’ve always been smart enough to do work whereby I didn’t really have to give 100 percent. Only now, I came up with something that demands it, so I’m learning how to do that. In school, I could aply myself just a little bit, and pass a test. My jobs? Pretty much the same story. Of course, it is a bit silly, as I know I have the skills and talent, but I’ve never had to teach myself this degree of focus before. So, it’s a learning process.

On the personal side, a lot has changed. I know there are people who lose weight, and they just become skinny versions
of who they were before. Of course, I would never do something so easy. To me, it is just a ton of inquiry. I think my weight affected a lot of directions in my life (sexuality, too, to a much much smaller extent). So, it isn’t a case of just losing weight and doing the same thing as before. I see myself as a new person, and part of defining who this new person is is questioning everything from the ground up.

I mean, at present, I’m developing a spiritual side, a yoga practice, a meditation practice, a writing practice, a vegan identity, a gay identity, and… each one of these things on their own can be pretty revealing. A yoga teacher the other day asked me if anything emotional was coming up because of how dedicated I’ve been, as they believe yoga is a way to deal with emotional issues. But, honestly, when you add that to everything else, who can determine a causal relation between anything right now? I’ve got too much going on. If yoga bringing up emotions? Or is it the writing? Or the meditation? Or the spiritual quest?

I do think there is going to be a convergence and clarity on all of the above in this calendar year, though.

That’s sort of where The Jesus Years term comes from. I mean, you hear that Jesus was born in a manger and all that (probably untrue, but whatever). And then you hear that he’s a carpenter, goes into the desert for 40 days, and starts teaching the world his message.

So, that’s quite a chunk of missing time there, between infant and carpenter. I mean, decades are unaccounted for?! And that’s sort of how i feel about my time now. I shouldn’t really be writing about it on here. It’s not really something that benefits from documentation. Much better to come out the other side of it all and just have it all together.

I’m kind of avoiding anything that leads to this discussion lately. Haven’t been looking to date, since it’s like, ugh, do i really want to have to talk about any of this?! I recently RSVP’d as not attending a wedding for the same reason (I’ll show up in church, though, just not for the dinner/reception). Just not really wanting to put myself in situations where this comes up as a topic. Any of it.

Just want to show up fully-defined down the road a bit, have a finished book, established yoga practice, spiritual clarity
, and just really stop all the navel-gazing. Well, you know… AFTER this is posted, that is.

Hmm, after day one, I have to admit I wasn’t really bursting with anticipation for a second day of close reading of Tibetan Buddhist poetry from the 14th century. So, rather than put it off to the end of the day, I went to morning yoga and missed His Holiness’s morning session. According to the schedule, the morning was teaching, and the afternoon session was his message to the local Buddhist community, so that sounded more interesting.

So, day 53 of yoga goes down easy, and I head to the afternoon session, and he is doing a Q&A format. Fun stuff, a little easier to digest. And after about an hour, he says, last question, back to the teaching. Ack… so, I hang out for a while, find out they only covered 11 stanzas in the morning session, and I realize that I’m sort of checked out on it, so I bail, go buy thick oatmeal at Whole Foods and catch an afternoon movie. Thankfully, I pick a good one.

On Sunday, I leave my apartment 15ish minutes before his talk is to begin, as I had the other days, and when I get there th eline is doubled over and around the block. I’m not sure how it is easier to get Buddhists into a building, but for some reason the public is taking a lot longer. As I was going to late yoga, I had my backpack filled with towels and smartwater on me, despite their “no backpacks” sign. The person looks in the top of my bag, and when they move it on the table, the lock in the side pocket makes a big metallic noise against the table. I say, “that’s my lock for the gym,” expecting them to want to see it. But they don’t. The guy waves the metal detector wand over my body, and that’s it.

The event starts late, probably because they were aware of the logjam coming in. The throne is gone, as are the hundreds of monks on the floor of the stage. It is a simple white chair, as well as a piano and other seats. First we get a piano player and a cellist playing us a song, then H.H. The Dalai Lama comes out. Immediately, some young Asian guy (that was my take from way up in the balcony) is yelling at HHTDL. Security is already rushing toward this guy, and then right before they get to him, the guy throws something at HHTDL, which is swatted down before it ever hits the stage. The guy yells out, “It’s just an apple!” several times, as he is pushed off the main floor. HHTDL looks a bit confused by what’s going on, as the audience is welcoming him with a standing ovation, and then he sits down and quickly said the guy just wanted to give him an apple, and nothing else was inside the apple, so let him back in. My guess, it didn’t happen.

This entire talk was in English, although the Yoda-esque nature of it all continued. If you sort of removed the fact that he is a religious leader recognized around the world, and you just printed up the messages he said, well… most people would just read it and not think it was anything profound. But, I guess the Pope doesn’t say anything surprising either. And between the two of them, I was seeing the one I prefer.

He’s pretty quick-witted. when asked why Congress was going to give him a medal of honor in the fall, he said, he didn’t know, ask them. And when another person asked (questions submitted in advance and read from index cards by his translator), what advice he had for raising children, he said, “I’m a Buddhist Monk, how would I know anything about raising children. If you give me a child, I’d be OK for a few hours, but then it would be… someone take him back!” Then, he proceeded to talk about teaching compassion and such.

He does have a warm and genuine presence, though, and I really enjoyed Sunday better than the previous two days. So, I guess in the future, when he is doing a teaching session, skip it. Public talk, go.

So, just spent a good chunk of the day at a teaching event with the Dalai Lama (and yes, I sang Hello Dolly on my walk down to the event, couldn’t resist). It’s happening like five blocks from my apartment, so that’s kind of cool. I’m not sure how I feel about the event yet.

For one thing, I am basically an entry-level Buddhist at best. The event was largely a close reading of Hymn to the World Transcendent (PDF download) by Nagarjuna.

At the beginning of the day, the Dalai Lama spoke in pretty easy-to-understand English, and I was getting optimistic that the whole event was actually going to be him speaking English. But that only lasted until it was time to dig into the verse.

One of the surprising thigns about the translation was how long it went on between bursts of English. He would talk for 5, 7, 10 minutes at a time (or so it seemed), and then we’d get an equally long English translation, while he waited. But they were so far apart it sort of became difficult to remember what he last said.

The event also had what I refer to as the Andrea Bocelli factor, in that a lack of connection with the headliner sort of makes the event less than expected. In the case of Bocelli, him being blind would either mean I’d get the cheapest seats possible or stay home, because I just perceive there being some inherent lack of connection between performer and audience.

Similarly, as I expected this event to largely be in Tibetan, I got a seat way up in the nosebleeds, since I didn’t think there was any benefit to paying $100 more to be closer to the Dalai Lama. So, it was a strange thing to sort of zone-out and look around the venue while the Dalai Lama was speaking and then focus when some random guy would speak the English. But, like I said, the translation came so much later, it didn’t really benefit you to watch the Dalai. He would be banging his fist into his thigh to emphasize a point, but there’s no way you coud figure out what part of the speech that was, and since we were getting a translation, it wasn’t delivered with the same gravitas and sense of performance. I’m curious how many people in the room can speak Tibetan. Would be a shame if the vast majority of people weren’t getting the benefit of hearing him on the first go-round.

So, on the text itself, I’m also of two minds. Very often, it is not a difficult piece to decipher, and a lot of time is spent on what even a poetry-hating entry-level Buddhist like me easily picked up from a cold reading. When it gets deep, though, they often tie it to things from other important texts (the phrase “Middle Way” came up a lot, and I’ve no clue what that is) and other Buddhist writers and told you what that line was written in response to at the time it was written. That stuff, usually, was often footnoted. Like, to really get the point of that line, you should read chapter 24 of the Middle Way thing… so, if it’s easy, they go over it. If it gets difficult, they send you elsewhere. Again, somewhere in the middle might have worked better for me.

So, tomorrow morning, we have a 2 hour session on another text, In Praise of Dependent Origination, and then the afternoon session is a message to Buddhists, so I’m thinking that will either be a) in English, or b) easier to follow, as the translation will be a little more back and forth. On Sunday, I also have tickets to his three hour talk, in the same venue, which is more of a public event, and meant for a more general audience.

It’s interesting how calm the event is. I’ve only been there for conferences and concerts before, and this is such a laid back, zenned out group in comparison. At the end of the second session, I beelined to the railing near the stage (from my high balcony perch), and got close, but for so many people, he is a spiritual leader of the highest order, that holding up an Art of Happiness book and a Sharpee seemed like the wrong vibe. Well, to hold that over other people seemed like the wrong vibe, so tomorrow I’m going to get down there earlier and get right on the rail.

The talk is given with the Dalai Lama sitting in lotus(?) hard to tell what’s going on under the robes, on an elevated throne-like thing. The rest of the stage is all various Buddhist Monks sitting around him. A big screen on each side of the stage lets you see the Dalai pretty easily. It seems wrong to say, but he has a very Yoda vibe. Not too tall, the lotus position on the throne makes him look even smaller (not helped by my far-off seat), and his broken English tends to make sentences flip around a bit, although not a full-on Yoda flip by any means.

One other thing that made me wonder about the event was there was some indication that they are hoping to put up podcasts of it afterward. So, with the Dalai Lama offering no visual augmentation to his speech, as it’ll be a good 5-7 minutes before you hear what he’s been saying (kudos to the translator, though, that guy’s a rock star. And the Dalai corrected a word here or there, so he must be pretty darn accurate otherwise), so I’m wondering how much the in-person aspect matters, and whether I’d get the same takeaway if I just listened to the podcast. Of course, that brings up an interesting question… would the Dalai Lama podcast just include the English he spoke and then the translator? Cuz otherwise, that’s a strange podcast, when half of it is going to be Tibetan.

We’ll see what tomorrow brings…

Hmm, the pep talk seemed good, the writing after it… eh, not as much. I still don’t consider the 30 day to have started officially.

There is definitely good energy around, but still not enough focus. The work I have done has been good, but it never seems like enough. Then again, it never has.

It’s ironic, because every time I start up again, I start at the very beginning, so I fear that I’m polishing the first few chapters into a diamond at this point, which is only going to make the coal that much harder later.

A poetry thing I did for Oasis recently actually had some good effect on me as far as the rewrite. Just reinforced the power of finding the perfect phrase, the right imagery, how you could say a lot with very little, as long as the very little is expertly done.

I refuse to buy into the notion that a novel has the room to be lazy, that you have enough room and time to get your point across, just keep mentioning it enough and it will work. The first 2-3 chapters of this book are really hard, because they dictate the success of the book. The character undergoes massive change in each early chapter, setting up the person who will actually be narrating the majority of the book. But very important to get people on for the ride.

There is a finality to this edit, though. I don’t let the slightest thing go by. Everything gets fixed in this pass, the next step is people get to read it. It’s good that this site is basically read by few people, lest I’m sure diligent people sift through the archives for what I’m sure has been talk of this finality aspect before.

I keep getting e-mails about Chuck, from Amazon, from his website, etc., as he has a new book coming out soon. I’m ordering it, sure, but I’m not even going to his event this time. I already encountered public Chuck enough at this point. And got Chuck in a slightly more intimate vibe for the interview. So, at this point, until he’s peer Chuck and I’ve finished the book, I’d just as soon not bother. The guy that shows up for the book events is the version I’m least interested in. Plus, they are becoming big rockstar events, ticketed, etc. And I’ve got enough stuff signed by him at this point to suffice.

Still haven’t missed a day of yoga. I like the flow of yoga. I like the feeling of it being done for the day. My friend who’s been taking a few classes with me, though not daily, called me yesterday and asked me to go with him to the 6:15 p.m. class, and I refused, as I already went that morning. He kept on me, but I wouldn’t relent. I already did my yoga for today, I told him. When I’m in class, and just about getting sick of the standing series, we’re on the floor. The floor series is broken up into three of four connected poses. So, you’re always in the moment, but there’s a clear timeline. progress is being made. There is an endin sight, and all you have to do is stretch, breath, lift, lock, and it all happens.

The challenge is transferring that experience to the editing process. Still figuring that part out. How to give it flow, shape, attention, breath, and acceptance.

I think I gave both my readers (and myself) the impression that the 30 day writing challenge would begin the day after the last post. It didn’t.

Instead, I came up with a new plan to move Oasis forward that pulls me out of the picture a lot. I also wrote up every outstanding thing I had in my writing queue for Oasis, so at this point, I have nothing to write for Oasis. So, that all took some time.

To be fair, though, my goal was to start this challenge on Monday, and then Tuesday, but the day for it to begin is today. So, I wanted to explore my mindset before I started in fully.

One of the metaphors that I use a lot lately, and that I copped from Wayne Dyer, is if you have ever been on the back of a boat, and you watch the wake peeling out behind you, how much power does the wake give the boat to help move it forward? The answer is that it doesn’t move the boat forward at all. That is just the result of the motion of the boat, it isn’t contributing anything. Basically, the wake is just the boat’s past manifesting itself on the water.

Similarly, we tend to bring so much emotional baggage to so much of what we do, how we define ourselves, using our past as some indication of our future when it is all just constantly reinforcing negative beliefes in ourselves. That I’m someone who can’t lose weight, finish a novel, and so on. But when you spend time with those thoughts in your present, rather than moving forward in an inspired manner, then you can only manifest the vibrational energy that you are putting out there: that you can’t complete your goals.

One of Wayne Dyer’s teachers was Abraham Maslow, who did a lot of work on self-actualization, and one of his quotes about people who are self-actualizing is that: “What a man can be, he must be.”

Basically, to live an inspired life aligned with your source, it is wrong to not accept what is, essentially, destiny. By thinking of my novel, it meant I was capable of creating it. Every step away from that, or any resistance, is an indication that I am out of line with my spirit.

It does amuse me that I am writing such words about what is a dark, comic book that explores the positive power of self-hatred. I have no interest in writing about these other things, such as inspiration and all.

What I am most curious about during these thirty days is how the process will feel, since when I started the book I was far more aligned with the mindset of the main character. I think the distance I have from him now will help it feel more like a fictional writing process, rather than a made-up diary.

But, lest this post become a source of further procrastination, the thirty day writing experiment begins today at… 12:48 p.m. I’ll check in later, after I’ve done my work for the day. Most posts in the next 30 days will examine the writing after it occurs.

Just doing a non-Bikram post for a change (although it will probably come up anyway).

So, I’ve been thinking about Oasis a bit today, primarily on my train ride home from family Easter stuff. Just wondering what the right move with it is. Not that I have any issue with doing it, but taken purely from a ROI standpoint, it is a horrible timesuck and money pit.

Of course, I also think a big issue is that it isn’t yet the site we were supposed to launch. And while I already have opportunities to expand us in many directions, many of which could lead to bring in more income compared to the time investment, without the tech side being attended to, it has more opportunity to lead to frustration.

This really needs to be a conversation with Adrian, of course. If he’s not on board to move the site forward, then it becomes a matter of questioning whether the site *can* move forward. We can’t pay a techie to do a lot of the stuff that would get us in a good position, and few people will work for a percentage of the take based on nothing but speculation at this point.

Ultimately, it has to come down to… is this my life’s work? As the site exists already, is the amount of time I give to it additionally making enough impact? I’m approaching 40 now, so it is time to start running it like a true managing editor, just sending the books and DVDs around, having the kids review them, and then post the stuff? More traffic cop than active role, and transition out of that in a year or so?

As my role had been defined in the still-unfinished relaunch, it was going to be to start conversations and such, to attract new users and retain old users. Basically, the core success of the site is the journals and the community. But without the rest of the relaunch, it isn’t really coming together for me. We’ll see…

One major switch for the site, however *is* going to be part of the new yoga attitude. And that is, Oasis is next-to-last, and my even newer blog is last. Don’t worry, my to-do list is kept pretty darned small.

I don’t think I’ve ever really developed the discipline to be a full-time novelist. Giving effort to other things to “pay the bills” presupposes the novels won’t do it alone, which is a negative thought. But here’s the reality, the site pulls in ridiculously low amounts of money.

However, on some level, I was giving it more effort than my novel. So, that has to change. Right now, everything has to take a back seat to the novel. Yoga can still happen early, though, as I feel so grounded and balanced after class, it brings good energy into the picture.

But nothing else. No errands. No websites. Nothing.

There are easier ways to get your viewpoint into the world than blogging and interviewing people and that is… do something whereby people interview YOU.

But the big question that already has an answer. Is any of this stuff more important than finishing the novel?

The answer is, without hesitation, no.

Starting tomorrow, I will switch from a somewhat-daily look into my Bikram practice, into an exploration of my writing practice. For the next 30 days, writing will happen. Every day, without fail. Usually, I wait until there is distance or some breakthrough or setback before babbling on here, but the yoga journal sort of showed me there is an ebb and flow, but with that ebb and flow there is progress. I think I always sabotaged progress in the name of consistency, as though that can be measured over a day or two.

So, I’m doing this not only to document what is happening, but because I see the application of the yoga simplicity to the writing to be a useful enough exercise to document. Also, my schedule is pretty free, aside from three days of lessons with the Dalai Lama later in the month. So, not much in the way of interruptions.

Oasis is officially in the backseat and will remain there somewhat until I find out what’s up with Adrian (I normally only blog about me here, and never mention other names, but Oasis is pretty much known as a two-man project, so… I don’t want anything read into my NOT naming him directly, heh. You can’t win sometimes). If he isn’t going to find the time to make the site work, and we don’t come up with a strategy to move it forward, then I can’t keep spinning my wheels. If anything, I would say switch the name over to journals full-time, dump the magazine aspect entirely, swap logos, and we’ll just move all the magazine content over to that system under a specific alias or something, continue with the reviews, a few interviews, stop the podcast (before it starts), and let it grow by word of mouth alone, which has worked for 11+ years.

We shall see… I think the website focus is a subconscious indicator that the novel isn’t going to pay enough money. I’m more interested in finding out if that is actually true right now.

Well, I did it. Not that it’s really all that shocking. Doing anything is simple, because it only takes one thought: do it. Not doing something takes multiple thoughts/actions. So, the impressive part isn’t the yoga, it will be reducing the barriers on other things using yoga as the teacher.

That said, my intention is to write a similar post here in another 30 days, saying how there was really no issue about hitting 60 days, because I just don’t allow thoughts of not doing yoga in.

For example, today I had a… well, I was going to say busy, but that would be funny compared to people who really stay busy. In any event, I had two things on my calendar, in Berkeley, that precluded an easy yoga time. If I went to the 6:15 a.m. class, I could come home and sleep a bit before heading to Berkeley in time for noon. If I went at 9 a.m., the class ends a bit after 10:30a, by the time I get home its 11a, and showering and leaving to get to berkeley, can’t be there for noon. Noon class is obviously out. It would cost another $6.50 to do a roundtrip back to SF to catch the 4:30 class, and then it’s tight to get back for the event at 7 p.m. And that’s all the classes there are. And I certainly didn’t want to screw up day 30, of all days. So, I eventually figured out that I could do the 9 a.m. class, shower there, and go directly to Berkeley from yoga. Just had to let the studio people approve my leaving stuff locked up there overnight, so right now, in a locker in a yoga studio in the Mission, some sweaty nasty clothes have been festering all day.

But, it was never a question of not going. Just figuring out how.

It’s strange, because I know I’m improving in yoga due to my lack of progress. Poses I used to do easier and incorrectly, I fix them. My biggest problem areas, although I really don’t like to think of it in those terms, since doing every pose to the best of your ability is the practice. There is nothing else. Wanting to improve is wasted thought, because improvement is a natural part of continuing, but not essential to it occurring.

So, I interviewed a guy for Oasis at noon, and had time to kill thanks to yoga being done. I brought magazines and stuff, thinking I’d have a nice sunny day to lay out on the campus grass, but it was kind of overcast and cold. So I went to see Grindhouse, since I love Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino. And, as much as it was stylized and all, I’m just really turning off of violent things. When I saw Turistas and Saw III, it was the same thing, I just felt it was violence for the sake of violence, and I’d rather focus my energies elsewhere. Rodriguez had a zombie movie, with Tarantino having Kurt Russell as a guy who likes violently killing women with his car. Part of the problem is I’m not really into cult movies, so an homage to classic conventions of these doesn’t quite matter to me. You could tell they had a ball making this stuff, though. Also, with a double feature and filler, it was a bit too long, bumping up tight against my night event. Turns out it was not as crowded as i expected, so easy to get a decent seat.

On my way home, I stopped in at Dragon for about 90 minutes, I think. Saw some friends, danced, drank water. Fun, but I like to leave before the mood shifts around 1 a.m. When people start drinking faster if they don’t think they’ve had enough, start worrying if they wanted to not go home alone, all of which gets even worse at last call.

One strange thing about yoga is that you can’t eat 2 hours prior, so I was a bit hungry when I got home tonight, and I intend to go to 9 a.m. yoga. As there is little chance I’ll get up before 7, that means I wouldn’t be able to eat until around 11, and if I’m already a little hungry now… so, I heated up some food. It seems strange, but the amount of time I’m fasting is about the same, just shifting it past when I’ll wake up. Yoga bag’s already packed, alarm is set, so it’s not a question mark as to whether I’ll actually follow through. As far as I’m concerned, it’s as good as happened.

“Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.” — Joni Mitchell

Today was an interesting day, in so much as I got to measure how well I have been doing at yoga. I accomplished this by not doing as well today.

Yoga is all about concentration and today, i didn’t have any. Well, I haven’t had any for two days, but I got the call after yesterday’s class, so this was the first class after the call.

This blog is all about me, and rarely about other people in my life. So, suffice it to say my father had a car accident, had been drinking, thankfully injured no one else in the process, but is going to be in the hospital for a while as a result. After that? Still unclear.

So, it’s been a lot of phone calls. Mother, brother, sister, aunt, in a game of telephone involving little bits of the puzzle as we learn them. As it is really a miracle he’s alive, it brings up a lot of issues, about relationships, family, etc.

In any event, with all of this buzzing in my head, it was hard to stay in postures. For example, usually checking out a hot guy nearby is enough for me to fall out of a posture (and needless really, as nearly everyone in the class is naked afterward anyway). So, having all of this family stuff buzzing in my head made it more difficult. But my frustration with the difficulty sort of gave me insight into my progress. I was able to know what I wasn’t able to do as well, whereby I typically focus on how well I am able to do a posture that day.

Unlike the gym, where there is clear incremental progress (you used to bench 20, and now you bench 35), yoga is the same class every time. Your body is the strength, the balance, the breath and the resistance. So, usually it is just a sense of how well can I do this today, with no regard for how you did it yesterday. And that’s sort of its charm, since it is all about living in the present.

It was curious to watch mental disruption at a high level wreak havoc like that. But i did every posture. When i fell out, i got back in. i didn’t leave early or make excuses. So, it was everything it should be.

Here is me, today.

Not much has changed since last post. Still going to Bikram.

One interesting thing is to look at the easy lesson of Bikram. I just wake up and decide when I should go. That’s it. No question. Can I make the 9, or the noon? Those are my favorites. The 4:30 is packed, so I like getting it done early. I don’t think I ever did the 6:15 or 8:15p classes. And only the 6:15 a.m. once.

But it is just a simple thing. I wake up and think about when to go. It is just something to apply to everything else, that lack of questioning. Also, due to its structure of happening at certain times and not being able to eat two hours prior, almost everything else comes after it, because it is best to get it out of the way. Again, great lessons to apply elsewhere.

I’m launching a new site in the near future, going for the whole vegan/diet/health angle this time. I keep reading these books and putting the time in, may as well crank out a site on that topic. And, no shock, I do have opinions about all of that, none of which will probably change hearts and minds but, honestly, that’s never been my goal. I usually tell people in my life that I want to enable them to make informed bad decisions. That is enough for me.

I think a holistic approach is the only way things work. Otherwise you’re just curing the symptoms, and not the root cause. But I’ll let ya’ll know when that’s up and running.

Not many other yoga advances, though. I’m much better at balancing on one leg, never falling out of that posture much anymore. But other postures, which seem even more rudimentary, like sitting my ass on the ground between my legs, that’s going to take a while. I just sit up higher in the air than I want, balance myself on my hands, and wait for my legs and knees to stretch out enough for it to find the ground.

I got a book on hot yoga, which explores the postures in detail. It’s nice to get some insight into the benefits of each posture, tips on how to get into it, etc. Not that it was a necessity to buy it. The advantage of attending class so often is that you get such a variety of teachers, each one brings little different bits of insight.

So, it’s a lock that I’ll make it through Day 30, so now the goal is shifting to day 60.