*written on Feb.1*
My heart is clouded with doubts.
I look calm from the outside but my
anxiety is hidden in the pockets of my over-sized blazer.
The space in the room- in MY room- makes me feel too little. Like
everyone from the outside peeking in would raise their eyebrows at the sight of
a girl occupying this space.
This chair deserves a lady. I’m a girl with shaky hands.
I explicitly told my boyfriend not to give me flowers on Valentine's day. Being the new girl in the office, I didn't want to create any opportunity for them to ask personal questions just yet.
Valentine's day came and he sure did not GIVE me flowers.
He had them DELIVERED to me, instead.
I was blushing to death when our guard announced that someone sent me flowers! Hayayay! That boy!
I sure was a giddy little girl on Valentine's day.
May we never be wise enough to realize that Valentine’s day is just a Hallmark-manipulated occasion.
The rest of the world may disagree, but I’ll gladly remain silly looking forward to every Valentine’s day with you.
Savasana is music to my ears. After 45 minutes of moving in and out of
different poses, pushing limits in back bends and holding the twisted chair
pose for one more long breath, there is nothing more rewarding than lying
restlessly, eyes closed, letting go of everything. Actually, even without
the practice, just considering the day’s stress and anxiety, 5 minutes of peace
and quiet helps a lot.
However, the overthinking part of me feels frustrated whenever I catch
myself “not being present in the moment” during Savasana. Instead of keeping
my mind blank, I often daydream, or worse, WORRY. During last week’s gentle
flow class, Jill, our teacher, gave a reminder before we rest in Savasana. She
Meditation requires practice. Don’t beat yourself up if thoughts still
come up whenever you try to concentrate. Just don’t participate in them.
“Don’t participate”, what a wonderful technique.
The next time I find myself in Savasana, I’ll just watch the thoughts
Works on the mat, works in life.