Ashtanga in your 50's

I haven't written in a long time...

I started to feel that writing about this, this practice, wasn't helpful and could possibly be looked at as a little narcissistic, perhaps, egotistical. Me: Judging.

I judge a lot.

I judge my family, my friends, my life, my practice...

I judge strangers, other drivers, people whom I have never said a word to...and yet I judge them.

I judge myself...all the time.

I get on my mat to let go of that judgey dialogue going on in my head and sometimes it actually does go away.  Bliss, for a second, a minute, five breaths, but then I jump back and I judge the fact that my feet hit the floor midway; I can't jump all the way back, and I judge myself for that.

I don't think I'm alone.  I think all of us who step onto our mats everyday judge the how, why, what of this practice and most especially the who we are while we are doing it and especially, while we are not doing it.

Am I carrying my yoga off my yoga mat?

It's hard for me to judge...