On a scale from ascetic to heroin addict, some consider me an aspiring yogi.The “unruly” is the important part of my label as an ascetic and as Sharath would remind me, I’m not a big yogi. Most people consider my life as a traveling student of ashtanga yoga to be pretty disciplined, practicing in the wee hours (debatable middle of the night), ethical vegetarianism, and a steady, if not absolute avoidance of seriously mood altering substances (coffee doesn’t count, no coffee: no prana). To some, my self administered discipline is borderline excessive. But to others, I’m a far cry from the potential asceticism life offers.The productive window of behavior on that scale of discipline to chaos is a challenge to gauge. It is in this challenge, this constant daily struggle to determine what actions fuel my growth and which ones box me in,...