I miscalculated dates when I started this blog. It was my intention that it would end on Feb 18th as that is a significant day for me ... oops!! It will finish on Feb 12 instead.
I have always had a great memory for dates, I remember the date of my confirmation, my first boyfriend's birthday, the dates of my first true-love relationship and way more trivial dates that I won't bore you with. Feb 18th, 1986, was the day I fell in love with my husband. I had met him before but not paid him much attention. My mother begged me to go to a wedding with her and I agreed reluctantly. After the ceremony, we were waiting for the bride and groom to exit through the Marine Guard of Honor and my eyes fell on Tom, my knees buckled slightly, my stomach did a loop-the-loop and we spent most of the reception talking and dancing. I wanted to end this huge yoga experience to celebrate the 25th anniversary of this momentous occasion and missed by a week...oops!!
Yoga allows me to see there is not really such a thing as a failure. There are different ways of doing things, different perspectives and different points of view. As a recovering perfectionist it is important to accept my own less-than-stellar actions with grace and equanimity and yoga is helping me with this lesson.
Every pose you make with your body in yoga is "perfect", even if it looks nothing like the person in the picture. When we meet ourselves where we are we discover the innate beauty and perfection of now.
So here I am 2 days from finishing 500 days of yoga, realizing I am off by a week and able to brush it off, knowing that I did my best and perfect is over-rated anyway!!!
Namaste.
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