As you may know, I recently moved from upstate NY to the the panhandle of Florida.  It's a move that I had dreamed about for years, and still cannot believe that it actually happened.  I love palm trees, balmy air, and water that is so clear and blue that you question if it's real life every damn day.  To get here, I gave up a lot.  I made changes that were uncomfortable, and never looked back.  I'm definitely happy...

...but not because we moved.

Yesterday morning I had a mini melt down which consisted of a tears and F-bombs.  Not my finest moment, but it happens to us all from time to time.  I was super stressed out by the Syllabus Effect.

"I can't meditate."

"I'm unable to sit still."

"My brain doesn't shut off."

Awesome! Me too.

Let's get clear on what meditation is...

Yesterday I finally got the baby down for a nap after he had refused to sleep for hours.  I was so excited to relax, eat some lunch, and check my email when I knocked something over.  The next thing I knew I was bleeding, I spilled my drink, and the baby was awake...  

And I still hadn't eaten...  

And the baby refused to go back to sleep...

And I was pissed!

I have a baby who refuses to nap alone. He's also a fan of the quick and dirty cat nap. With that said, I can only practice during his waking hours. Just like life has completely changed (goodbye going to the bathroom alone), my practice changed dramatically as well. My little man turns 9 months next week, and I've learned how to have a solid home practice with him by my side (or on me). With flexibility you can have a killer and satisfying practice, and even bond with your little one!