I’ve been feeling flooded lately. Flooded with obligations. Flooded with decisions.
Flooded with possibilities.
At the same time, I feel like the years have pulled me in deeper and deeper.
I think it’s time to come up for air.
You know how they say that the messages you ignore will keep presenting itself?
Since forever I’ve been getting the message to practice meditation and self care.
And I make half-hearted attempts to sit quietly and eat right.
But I wasn’t committed. I was too set in my ways.
It may be boiled down to being comfortable or not having the mental space to change so drastically.
I think it’s time.
I need to uncover the bits of myself that’s been stored away.
I need to show myself the love and care I give to my family and clients.
With all of the contemplating, crying, and hesitation these last few weeks, I decided to take action.
Attending physical therapy twice a week for an issue that I believe could be greatly helped by yoga propelled me forward.
I looked high and low for a yoga class that was challenging. And seemed nonjudgmental.
That’s when I found a studio offering an evening informational about yoga teacher training.
I thought, “Cool. Two birds.” Check the place out and look into another learning opportunity.
I didn’t even want to teach yoga.
I was hoping it would urge me to be committed – and be accountable – for my yoga practice.
All roads lead me to that Friday night.
The instructor discussed everything. From what we would learn and how this class was “self care” based.
Right down to the example she gave about how we squeeze our shoulders together.
And our posture.
The exact reason I’ve been attending PT for months now.
As luck should have it, my pup needed surgery so that puts a financial strain on our situation.
And as a pusher, I’m determined to find a way to make things happen.
The yoga instructor said it’ll happen. Just let go.