The Panopticon
I flopped into bed after coming home from the bar tonight, quite content to not do yoga. My mind was all justified. I didn’t feel like it and wasn’t gonna do it. I was the one who made up these rules anyway. Well…my disciplined body (see Foucault) wasn’t having any part of it.

I woke up about 30 minutes ago and my mind was still saying no, you don’t have to, but then I(my body?) started to imagine my body doing downward dog and pigeon pose. At least 5 minutes was the subconscious(?) message. So I got up and did about 8 minutes of yoga in the wee hours of the morning. I’m not so sure who’s in charge now or if it’s even a good thing.