I first did yoga fifteen years ago.\u00a0 It was life changing in many ways.\u00a0 It helped me ease a lot of pain in my back from injuries and it helped heal my soul in a few more.\u00a0 I had a lot more mistakes and learning to really get the cosmic experience I was desiring, but it gave me God back for a while.\u00a0 We didn’t break up again, but we hit a rough patch a few years later.<\/p>\n
Yesterday I overslept and missed yoga.\u00a0 I beat myself for staying up late and whatnot.\u00a0 I am human.\u00a0 I make mistakes.\u00a0 I’m a mess and I’m wonderful as well.\u00a0\u00a0 I will keep striving to be my best, but perfectionism will never serve me…which is good because I’m not good at that. I’m perfectly me.\u00a0 I took stock of what my life is looking like right now. Asking myself what am I in the dark about myself.\u00a0 Being a self-love aficionado, I am not immune to self-criticism.\u00a0 I have my own battles.<\/p>\n
Am I doing my best?
\nAm I aligned with what I believe in my thoughts and actions?
\nAm I putting time and energy into the right things?
\nAm I avoiding anything?
\nAm I practicing what I preach?
\nAm I ashamed of anything?
\nAm I living, loving, flowing, growing?
\nAm I allowing God in my life fully?
\nAm I feeling worthy?
\nAm I\u00a0focused on problems or solutions?<\/p>\n
The\u00a0term yoga comes from Sanskrit which means yoke or union.<\/p>\n
Whether I practice yoga or not, am I in union with the Divine?\u00a0 Am I being honest to myself, my soul, my wholeness.\u00a0 Or is my shadow running the game.\u00a0 Sometimes I’ve thought that I chose to make tons of mistakes, have challenges, and lows so that I could REALLY learn to love myself.\u00a0 Like it would’ve been to easy to love myself if I was that college educated, Martha crafty lady, who didn’t have stretch marks, never yells, was never drunk in her life, and runs marathons. Cause really, some people make life look easy.\u00a0 I know that kind of person would have their challenges, but really…maybe not much.\u00a0 I came for the love badass route.\u00a0 It required forgiveness often.\u00a0 I’ve accepted there will be an ebb and flow with my badassity and quiet softness within to heal.\u00a0 In business, happiness, fitness, and life they are not straight lines.\u00a0 They may be circles, zigzags, or sexy curvy lines like my signature.\u00a0 Epic days and nights that you’re glad to put to bed.\u00a0 I love my life.\u00a0 It’s just right…for me.\u00a0 Everything is always getting better.\u00a0 I love me…even when I need to give myself a pep talk when my scared little girl inside fears failure and believes in the boogeyman named self-doubt.\u00a0 Or when her middle school dork misses yoga and feels like a loser.\u00a0 I’m always a winner because I keep going, after I stumble, I rise again.\u00a0 Never believe your bad day, crappy morning, your small thoughts.<\/p>\n
You are greatness, my friends.\u00a0 You can keep on striving to improve, but relax into the present and be okay with that.\u00a0 Time for some downward dog.\u00a0 Next time you do it, imagine all the negative thoughts falling out of your head.\u00a0 Namaste and blessings.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I first did yoga fifteen years ago.\u00a0 It was life changing in many ways.\u00a0 It helped me ease a lot of pain in my back from injuries and it helped heal my soul in a few more.\u00a0 I had a lot more mistakes and learning to really get the cosmic experience I was desiring, but…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":568,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-144","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n