Life. Yoga. Joy.
Inspiring a life with smiles...™
Photo credit Samantha Eve Yoga. Copyright 2019.
 “If you don't like the weather in New England now, just wait a few minutes.” It seems like the weather here in Boston can't make up its mind. One minute we have pouring down rain, chilly winds, and clouds so thick you can't see the city skyline, and the next moment I'm lounging at my pool soaking up the sun in the smallest bikini imaginable to get as much Vitamin D as possible. (And to be honest, to minimize tan lines...hey, I'm human.)
The other night I taught a yoga class to my friends and neighbors in my building. As people shuffled in I could feel the low energy. "This weather is just gross." said one friend. "I felt so down and trapped in my office," commented another. After class, a friend mentioned that he too felt just beyond depressed. Especially since he had also been working with terminally ill patients that day. "How do I lift myself up so that I don't pass along these feelings to people who need me to be my best and most positive self?" he asked me after class. Such a great question...read on for my tips on raising yourself up when outside factors have got you feeling down.
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 Peter Gibbons: Let me ask you something. When you come in on Monday, and you're not feelin' real well, does anyone ever say to you, 'Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays'?" Do you ever DREAD getting up and out of bed Monday mornings? Not ready to face the day, hitting snooze one more time and then again and again...If so, you are human! We've all been there.
But recently when talking with my yogis I had realized that it had been a while since I felt that way. That for some time now, 99% of my mornings I wake up with joy and even a little excitement at the start of the new day... So how did I go from having the Monday blues to leaping out of bed? Sometimes it is nice to see ourself thru the eyes of others… . (This moment happened last week...) . “You will look gorgeous” she said. “Really?” I laughed. “Crazy as it seems, I love this dress. But I can’t wear it.” . “No really,” she said. “You should try it on. You are so pretty and it is a high fashion dress.” . I had to try it on, but the thought of me wearing a high fashion dress - the kind the I-have legs-up-to-here supermodels wear seemed absurd. Especially because just that morning I had been so frustrated with myself.  See I had a bit of a health issue this summer, one I didn’t publicize. And although I am fine now, I still don’t feel like I am back in peak shape.
. I have tons of patience for my clients, but often lack it for myself. And when I looked in the mirror after my shower, all I could see was how far I had to go to be my fittest again. . The funny thing is that most days I feel strong and sexy and whole. But sometimes, randomly, for reasons I still am reflecting on, I too have those moments were I view myself in - well - to put it as kindly as possible - a less than favorable light. . Smiling on the outside, and still feeling a bit low on the inside, I tried on the dress. I loved it. Not because it is something that I would actually wear daily (although 95% of this shop DOES contain things that I would LOVE to have in my closet and wear daily), but because for a moment, I realized I felt as gorgeous as my friend said I would be, and that made me smile inside and out. . Be kind to yourself my peeps. And in case you forget your worth, take a moment to see yourself, through the eyes of those who love you. . This is my yoga. xoxoxoxo SE “Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors where there were only walls.” Joseph Campbell  As a child, when I pictured a castle, I envisioned lots of gold brocade, velvet ropes hanging from overabundance of draperies rich colors and tapestries, furniture too fragile to sit on because it's so imbued with history. It’s clean, shiny, inviting, yet majestic. The castle I imagined has servants, and well lit corridors, and large spacious armoires with mirrors to twirl around in front of while wearing my fancy dresses… That is not my castle…  |
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