Prompt of the day : “Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors)”.
I’ve been staring at this prompt for an hour. My mind went blank when I first read it. I’m going back and forth with this one, so I’d better start typing and see what comes out of it.
I could write about this yoga weekend, the one that changed my life, like an earthquake in my foundations, where I broke down in savasana.
I could write about going back to school for evening classes, feeling and feeding my brain, graduating.
Or the moment I started my yoga teacher training.
But truly, now is when I feel more alive. I’m sitting at my desk, struggling with my work, searching for any and every excuse not to do it, instead searching the net to check if it would be possible to work as a freelance admin consultant / translator – proofreader / yoga teacher (yes, all in one – and that’s only a brief summary – office yoga classes for the well being of employees, oh yeah!), wearing countless layers in this freezing office, and I can hear my soul screaming. I hear it telling me it’s alive and that we need to get out.
My soul is still here, it’s alive, I’m alive.
Now I need to give me that slap in the face and that kick in the ass 😉