Seriously, people. Tonight was an amazing class. And I almost didn’t go. I was feeling lazy and kinda hungry and excuse-y. But damned if I didn’t go and have a positively joyful class.
Cynthia was teaching. I swear to Whatever that she purposefully makes her environment sacred. I always feel it, but tonight the room was thick with it. It was grand. The room felt safe, protected, lifted up. The poses were difficult, of course. My back and leg were killing me, of course. But it was all okay. I paid absolute attention to my breath, and it got me through. Cynthia’s willingness to have us make noise, sigh, laugh… well, that got me through too.
Tomorrow is hip injection day, and I’m hoping for a miracle. Even if this injection takes care of the pain, I have become very aware that I need to make it an absolute priority to take care of my raging stress, anxiety, depression, and the body that houses it. This yoga saved me a year ago and because of my new (and exhausting) work hours, I haven’t been able to go as often as my body and mind need me to. So here I am, back at the beginning. I don’t want to keep repeating this pattern, so I have to create some boundaries with work and then stick to them. Sticking to them seems to be the most difficult part.
I’m going to take care of myself. Let’s all take care of ourselves!