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The other day Greg and I were stuck in some mood ruining slow-and-go traffic. Instead of picking a fight we picked a mantra and started chanting. Somewhere between the opening om and the closing swaha, the air cleared and we were in it together again. And that’s when I remembered the billboard.

It was years ago but the oversized picture of earth from space under this phrase: The Couple That Prays Together Stays Together still rattles around my mind. At the time it conjured up images of self-righteous Sunday sermons and I was dismissive.  Besides I’ve never been very good at praying per se and staying together seemed like a limited end game. I thought a couple should more than stay together. They should grow together. Or transform together. Or even consciously evolve together. But I do love a rhyme and the billboard stuck.

A few days before my first yoga New Year, my teacher asked us to make yoga New Year’s resolutions. Instantly, and uncharacteristically, not even taking the three dark days till New Year’s to mull it over, I resolved to get good at jump ups. And I have been resolving to get good at jump ups every year since.

That’s an exaggeration. Some years I resolve to not care if I get good at jump ups. Some years I resolve to work on “inflating my kidneys” in order to get good at jump ups. Or tackling my fear of falling in order to get good at jump ups.