Practicing yoga, dancing Tango, flying on a trapeze and jumping rope — none of it was planned and yet somehow, these things found me much later in my life. These practices have been among the most rewarding challenges of my existence on this planet.

Trapeze catapulted me into writing lyrics, music and blogs. Tango catapulted me into composing tangos. And although I didn't have a clue that yoga was also waiting out there for me, there it was, the day my friend Scarlett dragged me to a class at the Hollywood YMCA.

It was crowded, hot and my reaction was instantly negative. But after a short dialogue from the teacher and just five minutes of meditation, by the time I was in my first Downward Dog my body stopped as if to say, “Wait a minute, I think I’m actually liking this ... ”

My body was responding without too much pain or difficulty, and needless to say that class was the beginning of an incredibly gorgeous, powerful journey that I'm still on, and will continue for the many years that await me.

I’m not going away anytime soon.

I found that in yoga, the time spent in between each pose is the real essence of the practice. I do yoga to live, and I live to do yoga. I know my life going forward depends on my yoga practice.

Practicing 45 minutes of yoga is how I greet the day, every day. It oils every muscle and strengthens my body and mind, allowing my spirit to breathe. Yes, there are many other ways to exercise the body, but in my opinion, none are as all-encompassing as yoga.

If you do go to the gym (which is not my exercise of choice), you are still doing something for you, your body, and your mind. You might be tired afterward but you’re bound to say to yourself, “I did something good for me and my best friend.”

Your body is indeed your best friend and a fabulous partner at that. It also needs to be charged! Don’t ever say, "I don’t have time." That’s a lie. Not having time is a poor excuse that prevents you from feeling better and living longer. And I am living proof.