My favorite yoga teacher used to tell us, “When the climb gets harder, make your world smaller.”
Funny thing…sometimes that narrowing happens all on its own.
I’ve been in training to become a yoga teacher since October; in two weeks, I’ll be finished. That end cannot come soon enough.
I think I knew that January and February would be a slow slog through endless hours of poses and assisting and karma classes, but I didn’t anticipate it would be this difficult. How small (and petty) my world would become. While I’m thankful for the experience as a whole, it is lacking in authenticity, and it has made little space for me to bring mine into it. More than anything, it has taken my joy, and I know it will require a steady fight to get it back as soon as March hits.
I didn’t anticipate Charge being so filled with its opposition. I have big plans for this year, but instead of being able to jump in and run towards my goals, I have been forced to crawl towards one. Painfully slow. With red ants crawling all over my body.
Maybe my One Word (Narrow) is trying to tell me something.
Maybe this month it actually has.
What I did do in January was re-charge, as often as I could. When I had the chance to unplug, which wasn’t often enough, I did. I had to. My survival depended on it.
When I had an opportunity to go out with people, I chose Tribe or nothing; now more than ever I need to be surrounded by those who make me light up, who love to see that fire.
I started dating someone, and I’ve been taking slow sips instead of draining my glass.
And as I continue on in February, as we Freeze, I choose to focus on these moments:
The ones when I have a chance to breathe without being cued to do so.
The ones spent with my people.
The ones when I wake up with him.
And I try to build on those.
To invest in myself and my squad and someone who could become my person.
To give myself grace and space to do just those things.
As I wait for spring and the wild things.