Days to Come

It been a looooong year with lots of turmoil and big learning curves at every turn. Plans have been made only to evaporate at the last minute, bringing me back to figure it out, starting from square one, over and over again. I've been forced to search my soul and come up with the right move with no compromise available. I've stepped out of my comfort level and found new opportunity I hadn't thought previously possible. I have come to the realization that sometimes to move forward you have to leave what was behind or be stuck in quick sand till you drown. In the Fall I start an entirely new life. I have two possibilities, both will lead me to the eventual completion of my doctorate and both afford me an entirely new career path. There is no compromise, and no going back. I must do, what I must do. Thursday I put the wheels in motion. The flood of relief was overwhelming. I'm exhausted from this process and ready to put it behind me.

In the great upheaval that's been my life this year, my yoga practice has fallen to the wayside. If I can get on the mat once a week its a victory, but even that's been a challenge. Once a week has turned to once a month. I'm thankful I teach, it keeps me connected. A regular practice is an integral part of my well being and not being able to carve out 15 minutes a day is a many layered problem. I am fully aware pushing the envelope will only leave a shredded unusable piece of paper, so I resolve to understand this is not the moment to get back in the saddle and renew my daily practice. For now I am thankful for the few classes I can attend and will wait patiently. Summer is coming with it the sweet promise of renewal and healing of the soul and body.

My mat is mostly rolled up in the corner waiting patiently, always available, always in my life whispering softly, come lets begin again, and so we will, and so we will.