Things have been a little emotional in yoga lately, and it is a good test of tapas (discipline) to have a tough go of things sometimes. When practice is effortless and light, getting on the mat in the morning is a pleasure, but when stuff comes up and the body is feeling lethargic/unresponsive/vulnerable/all of the above, it becomes a test of mind over matter and a question of commitment as well. Learning how to keep going through the rough patches is all part of building up to a sustainable, lifelong practice, and I imagine it is something everyone goes through. I mean, it would be much easier some days to roll over in bed, turn off the alarm, deem it a "ladies holiday" even if it isn't and burrow back under the covers until a more reasonable hour, but to get up and stare down whatever it is that has your knickers in a twist in the first place is going to be much more productive in the long run. And for every time I get up when I really really really wanted to just stay in bed, I am sure to reward myself with a nap in the afternoon. I also reward myself with naps on
As an optimist, when life wrings me out a bit, I still tend to see the bright side of things, even if it takes me a few days of blah to get there. Things have been good with my kiwi; last weekend I turned lumberjack for the afternoon and we went on an epic firewood hunting adventure that involved me swinging an axe. I am tougher than I look. Haven't been able to see him this week though; he is working up in Perth to install a garden at a high school, super cool project. The other thing I have noticed this week is how much love I get from my friends at work, the yoga students and a fair few strangers as well. So moral of the story: when you see someone who looks like they need a hug, chances are good that they really do. Hug them. Share love, share kindness, and it will come back to you when you need it.
Also, on a completely different note, I went to a second hand shop this afternoon to look for pants, as I have one pair of functional jeans at the moment, and things get dicey around laundry day if they haven't dried by the time I need them. I saw a pair of skinny leg grey trouser style pants on the boys rack, that is little boys, age 10-14, as I headed over to the ladies section, and thought I would chance it, not hoping for much as I noticed they were a size 11-12years. Tried them, buttoned them, looked at my bum in the mirror, bought them. Didn't think it was possible, but scored new clothes for $2. Not complaining.