Blogging and life’s ways are twisted sometimes, you know?
When I read Namaste Heather’s #mindful52 post focused on patience, I wondered what I could have to say about it apart from the odd “I am NOT patient” and not leave it at this.
No I am not patient, neither with myself nor with people. Patience is a quality I am learning, it is not innate to me. Except in one context, as I am discovering lately: when I teach yoga. I don’t even have to think about it, it occurs naturally. Because it’s not about me wanting to get something or somewhere, it’s about being a facilitator for people to take care of themselves, broadly speaking.
And now, I am forced to be patient with myself too. See, I have been in a funk lately, now I’m getting sick, I can’t seem to be able to sleep properly. My skin is breaking out, my balanced diet has gone awol, I have a nagging pain in my left rhomboid (can you see the teacher trainee here? oh dear…). Actually it’s no big deal, I know it. I’ve come to recognize these symptoms for what they are: my body is telling me to back off. Sit down. Meditate. Not beat myself up because I am not in asanaing or running mood. Or blogging mood for that matter. And wait until I regain this energy.
I have work to do, day job & freelance, and private yoga sessions to prepare and teach. But I will take the time to acknowledge that I am not at my best and take care of myself. And wait for my body to feel better. There’s no other choice really, is there?
Take care of yourselves peeps. Be kind with your body. It knows what feels right for you.