It's been going on long enough.
This neglecting of my physical self must come to an end.
Even though I regard myself as an artist, a genius, a thinker, someone who is detached from her earthly body and lives in spirit, I have come to realize that I have to get on the floor and do some work. (You heard the irony in that last sentence, right?)
So now, it's boot camp for life: Every morning I chase the rest of my family out of the bedroom, put on a morning raga (yes, I do) and do the yoga. It's quite nice, starting the day like that, with the curtains open and the light slowly coming in through the windows.
Think I might get used to it.