Post Yoga All Damn Day:
I’m so glad I chose this as my NYRes. THIS I can handle. The words are always there.
I was contemplating today how I lost my confidence.
Like one day, seriously, it had just left the premises.
Vacated the joint.
Bought a one way ticket.
And that was that.
And there I stood…confidenceless. Questioning everything.
And it has taken me this long to regain the faith.
It has taken days like today…where I show up at an All-Day Yoga Expo expecting to learn something…and the thing I learned was that I knew it all along.
I show up to teach these Private Yoga sessions to people in LA whose net worth is about a million times mine…but at the end, I have the thing they don’t.
I show up to counsel people on Nutrition and in the end I have the thing they don’t…Health.
I keep showing up to drag people through their workouts and I’ve started to realize, yes, I’m still strong. I may be twice their age or a skinny white lady to their massive manly demeanor…but I can hold my own.
I don’t know where it went. Or why. But the confidence that fled the ball Cinderella-style is coming back.
One day at a time.
One consultation at a time.
One seminar, one class, one conversation at a time.
The peaks and valleys of life are completely unpredictable. They come without warning and often without provocation. And yet, they come.
I am writing this today to reassure anyone who may be in a valley, there is a trail to guide you out.
One foot in front of the other.
Never give up.
You can take a break. Take a nap. Siesta. Step off to stage left. Put your head in the sand. Whatever.
But we need you to come back when you feel ready.
Thanks in advance.