I go through phases. Sometimes, my practice is a thing to get through so I can do all fun things I really *want* to do. I also go through periods when my practice is a thing I put off for as long as possible, procrastinating by doing fascinating tasks like organising my finances, or cleaning the toilet. Then there are the times that my practice is a reward - I use it to entice myself through all the yucky stuff I have to do, just so I can unroll my mat and savour 90 minutes of Astanga.
Right now, I'm going through this latter phase. I absolutely LOVE my practice. It's the best part of the day. Today, I used my practice as a 'carrot' to get through some work that had to be done, phone calls that had to be made and a sink full of dishes. I put on my yoga clothes as soon as I woke up, but I didn't hit the mat to do my usual (at the moment, 'the usual' is full Primary) until about 1 p.m.
I did Sirsasana in the middle of the room (cue: applause). I didn't fall over. I was just as steady and stable as I was when with the wall a few inches away from my heels. In fact, I pretended that the wall was there. I even managed to do half-bend, though I didn't come back into full Sirsasana from half-bend before coming to the floor. Oh well. Baby steps.