A few notable science fiction writers and physicists have described the possibility that at this very moment, I exist in several parallel points in time. If you have ever held down more than one job, attended college on your own dime or parented offspring, this phenomenon defies mere speculation. It is grounded in personal experience. After all, Americans do manage to fit 28 hours of “to-dos” into the 24 hour day, established by Man as a way to standardize time around his newly-hurried existence, incurred by inventions such as the steam engine and rail system.

Thanks to our forefathers, we evolved as multi-tasking gurus, smiling from ear-to-ear as we abdicate our will to our BlackBerry device.

Allow me to redirect my attention to my intention: Sharing with You, the precious, yet stressed reader, of my life with Yoga. My humble story begins with the whirling dervish that is my mind, which equated the number of “to-dos” on a list as somehow relevant to my self worth. Such Tomfoolery has many of us feeling exhausted, unfulfilled and – ironically- looking for something else to do that takes our mind off of the whole damnable situation.

Yoga began as a personal journey onto the mat as much as it remains an adventure off of the mat. For me, it began a number of years ago, when I tried boxing, weight lifting and drinking excessive amounts of alcohol (sometimes all within the same day, for extra good measure) as a way to temper my busy monkey mind. My small frame bulked up slightly and my tolerance for booze quickly matched the regulars at the local watering hole. Despite my activities, I remained unfulfilled. My monkey mind pulled me further down into the realm of fatigue as I juggled work, volunteering as a writer for a local record label, Dj-ing on the radio and attending college part-time.

Sounds like fun, huh? It was, insofar as my energy would get me through the grind of the life that I created. Like eating dark chocolate-dipped strawberries for a living, the thrill had gone away long before the supplies ran out. “And this relates to Yoga how?” you may ask? Have no fear! If you’ve stuck with me despite any minor brain injuries resulting from reading this article, then we have something in common: a desire to calm the mind and invigorate depleting energy reserves with something beyond Vitaminwater. So, put that light beer back into the refrigerator, make a lovely cup of steamy, green tea sweetened with honey and wrap up in your favorite blanky- I hereby declare it time to tell you about the decisive moment I tried yoga…

Well, can you believe it? I committed so much line space to setting the tone of my intention for you, dear reader, that I ran out of space! All I can hope for is that you wish me to return to actually write about my intended theme. If you will have me back I solemnly swear to succinctly lay out each and every thought, from the moment just prior to my toe hitting the mat to the climax of my first round of asanas (poses). Seriously, your support would dignify my continuation of this tale. Without you, these words are mere letters in cyberspace, no better than a diary hidden between a box spring and the mattress. Namaste!

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