Daily I think of yoga. Do I do asanas daily? I must admit, no I do not. Is it laziness? Apathy? Or just a crook in the path I must navigate?

It's all of the above and more. Some days I mull it over, some days I dont. One thing that is consistant is that this movement of *thinking* is a constant, insistant thing in my life. I used to look forward to going to work, to accomplish my best, to strive at moving upwards and onwards at work. Insidiously the striving is tempered, down to a apathetic disinterest in my career. I wonder at times, is this an addiction? Or is this something that will fulfill what's been missing as my career becomes more and more unimportant in the big scheme of my life.