This is my secret weapon against the morning ogre (that’s me when I wake up). This tittle depression-busting-yogic-breath-of-a-Jedi-trick has saved my marriage, and my sanity, countless times.

I mentioned it in today’s afternoon session of #PPDchat, and just shot this video now for  my friends in the evening chat session.

This is a spur-of-the moment, unedited phone video. It’s not very impressive. You probably need to turn up the volume so you can hear my voice. I’m almost chickening out of posting it. Deep breath. Here goes:

What do you think?

If you get this “oh no, I don’t want to touch this with a 10 foot pole” feeling, it probably won’t work for you. But  if watching me make a fool of myself tickles you the right way, give it a try, and report  how it worked for you in the comments below.

Now back to #ppdchat. 20 minutes of goodness and sisterhood left.
Smooches (the dry, not the nasty kind)…

Yael.

ps. I learned this juicy trick over a decade ago, In Kathy’s Yoga class, during our first time in Ithaca (man, that’s 12 years ago) but only started using it regularly last year. After using it consistently for about a week, I had the reaction “where have you been all my life”, to which the inner monsters responded: “It’s been right in your back pocket, and you were too lazy to use it”. Me and the monsters had a bunch of conversations about this subject, and I’ll spare you the long version. The bottom line is: this works for me, I hope it will for you.

ps2. research paper assistance services. How cool it is that this thing is called, of all things, the breath of JOY? Ha!