Or is it? I was contemplating this as I rolled around on the floor of my parents gym-room attempting to emulate the thin, uber-flexible, and very somber yogi on the tv screen this morning. Throughout my routine, Mr. C randomly decides when he’s going to use me as a jungle gym (35 lbs 4-months before he’s 2, tummy bouncing mommy = big oomph!). Every time I lay flat one of the dogs (3 big ones here: my german shepherd plus mom’s yellow lab and golden retriever) decides to lay alongside me and snuggle. I am thinking “this is supposed to be my time to focus and get centered?” Minutes later it dawns on me while stroking Lily’s soft ears; all the extra love in the room should make up for not-so-tranquil environment… if I’m trying to focus my life on being grateful and happy, what better way to find peace than to practically swim in it (grateful for non-slobbery dogs).