In everything, on every level.
Yesterday for the first time ever, and I mean, EVER, a fellow yogini told me I was impressive in certain poses. Me, Honorary Member of the Utterly Tight Body Club. I’ve become the yoga chick I love to hate – oh you of the judgmental eye-rolling trick, don’t lie, we ALL do that 😀
Last weekend during TT, I felt it was all coming together. All the things we have been learning since the beginning are tying in together. I feel I can teach yoga. And that doesn’t mean being able to impersonate a pretzel, thank you very much.
This week I got paid for an article I wrote, and my first ever – again, EVER – essay in English got accepted to be part of something you’ll find out about next month. Heck, submitting it was already a huge step for me, President of the Self-Deprecation Association. Am I right making time and space for writing? Yes, I am right.
Today, I decided I would start cleaning my desk at work. Making way. For whatever happens.
This week I have started feeling with my guts and heart, and my brain has taken a back seat. This week I’ve made friends with my fears, they speak to me in a much softer voice, almost a whisper, very sweet and low-key, not attacking me anymore.
I guess that’s what opening up to possibilities and having a little faith do.