More than 1 month ago, my life changed forever in a way I never imagined. My 54-year-old awesome, outspoken, loving and beautiful mother was just diagnosed with cervical cancer – stage 3A.
Every time you step foot onto your mat, your practice will be different and your life will be different. Some days feel messy and embarrassingly imperfect while others flow seamlessly. Cultivate patience for the process.
I’ve asked myself this question countless times.
Lately, I’ve been spending my time learning truths. I mull over them, sucking on them slow like a hard candy in my mouth until the flavor runs out.
Feeling alone is one of those things that doesn’t just happen overnight.
We’ve done it over and over. We trust someone too easily, and are led to believe that each time we do, we are somehow veering away from committing the same mistakes.
But difficulties, uncomfortable situations, and the struggles that we face, do more than give us grief and great stories – they temper the soul.
We all know that phrase, that saying; that sometimes tired, regurgitated idea that the glass is either half-full or half empty, depending on how you look at it.
You don’t owe anybody, including you, the type of self that never fails or feels fragile.
It is easy, I think, to become a victim of your past.