Check yourself, before you wreck yourself

There are parallels to draw between how we navigate Christmas and these poor fucking robbers in Home Alone. I mean shit, I think the older I get, the more I kind of feel for those guys. They could have gone home after being shot in the face with a pellet gun, or when Joe Pesci gets his hand branded on the door knob. They were committed though, even nails through the feet, and paint cans to the nose didn't deter them. When other, meeker criminals would have thrown in the towel, these guys pushed on.

Perhaps there's a metaphorical link to how we've all navigated this past year or two. If that's the case though, where abouts in the McAllister home are we now? Have we taken the spider to the face? Has the zip line been cut? Has the nice old neighbour beaten us over the head with a snow shovel yet?

But let's put this into some kind of perspective. It's the week before Christmas and you've got shit to do. If you're in class and pushing into discomfort anywhere near as much as Harry and Marv, you've gone too far man. Back the fuck up. While the commitment and doggedness of the Wet Bandits is admirable, it was only ever going to end badly - like a knee being forced into lotus.

Fundamentally, this was all flawed from the start. If Harry and Marv had exercised the yamas and niyamas, they'd never have ended up in this mess. The yamas and niyamas are the ethical dos and don'ts of yoga. They come before action, before movement, and before we even step on the mat. I'll be edging into them in my emails next year, but for now, just know it's check yourself before you wreck yourself - Ice Cube knew what's up.