The body never lies.
You can say you’re not stressed, but the clench in your stomach betrays you.
You can say you’re not angry, but then the stiffness in your throat reminds you that you chose to stifle the words.
You can’t say you’re not depressed, but that tightness in your chest knows differently.
I can’t get away from my feelings. I’m a yogi. I’ve trained endlessly to know the awareness of living in my body, my life, my feelings, and to teach others to do the same.
Even when I’d rather deny my feelings, it’s too late for that. My body/mind won’t let me anymore.
The truth always surfaces.
It was no surprise to me that a few months back, I wanted to move and not stop moving.
I wanted to move fast.
I wanted to move until my heart pounded, with a desire I have not felt in years for such activity.
The movement calms me. The movement also challenges me and reminds me that the endurance I find within myself to persevere in intense physical exercise, is the same endurance that I can call upon to get me through hard times.
Every morning through mountain climbers and burpees and squats and plank pushups, I get to remind myself that I can endure.
I get to remind myself that I am strong.
I get to remind myself that I have “book deal” written on my belly. Or “balance.” Or “fearless,” depending on the week.
And live those affirmations for twenty-five minutes while I sweat like I mean it.
For twenty-five each morning, I get to be a badass.
And it feels good. Really good.
Because we’re stronger than we think we are.
But we sometimes need reminders.
Especially if you’re like me.
Namaste, Divas!
Have you said hello to your inner bad ass lately?
