You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened….or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.
So, basically, I need to get over myself, get out of my head sometimes, and breathe, fully and properly; and there are some beautiful therapies that I have already put into my daily yoga practice here that have helped to relieve the stress and begun to undo the pain in my throat, pecs, shoulders and traps that has emerged off and on for over 20 years. Such is the power of yoga and Yoga therapy. I am extremely grateful.
I believe that part of this stress emanates from the way in which I unconciously perceive myself. I over-effort, or rather believe I need to try really hard sometimes to be, well basically, the true and authentic me. Where does this come from? I certainly could come up with a lot of fairly justifiable or at least smart-sounding theories; but the truth is I’m kind of with Tupac on this one. I’m just going to accept the diagnosis and move the Fu*k on. I just don’t have the energy or the inclination for the why’s anymore. I’m more than ok with all of it, happy in fact, sometimes very! I’m going to keep on breathing deeply and evenly, sometimes with a strap around my upper ribs and do some fabulous ball foot work and work with the slo-mo ball to re-train my diaphragm and believe, just believe that all of this, even the sloppy stuff of life is worth it and beautiful and so so full of grace.