This is my seventh full day in the real world since returning from the Haramara Yoga Retreat in Sayulita, Mexico. I have spent the last week acclimating to my surroundings and reflecting on just how much my actual life is not at all like a yoga retreat.
I did yoga everyday, all day.
I slept through the night, every night.
I peed alone.
I ate in peace.
I watched an entire sunset.
I thought deep thoughts.
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