Birthday Reflection #5: Energy Over Age.

Birthday reflection #5

I love this quote from this amazing woman!

Age not energy dictates the quality of my life.

After our 16-day trip through Europe, my daughter pointed out that I probably couldn’t have done this five or six years ago, which coincides perfectly with when I committed to a yoga practice.

Since then, my practice has helped me to heal from and come back stronger than ever after hurting my low back. It has given me strength in my body but also in my mind and spirit.

Before yoga, when I would be away from home, I’d often find myself having anxiety attacks in the middle of the night. I was worried about that on our trip. I had one, but barely. I think it was mostly due to sheer exhaustion by that point but I slept a solid 10 hours , took it easy the next day, kept up with my writing, meditation and yoga and was fine.

My energy comes from within.

It comes from living my yoga off the mat, practicing all eight limbs.

It comes from taking care of my body and listening to it.

It comes from stoking the light within me and using it to help others find their own light.

It comes from being true to myself.

It comes from, as Liz Gilbert says, embracing the glorious mess that I am.

glorious mess

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Resetting How my Days Begin.

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Lately, I’ve become all too aware that I am starting my days in an energy deficit.  Like many people, the first thing I reach for is my phone. And not just the phone, but I gravitate toward Facebook and Twitter to see what fresh new hell has popped up over night. The problem is is that I don’t just read and move on. No, I get immersed in the news, tangled up in the web of comments and find myself immobilized by anxiety, anger, sometimes despair.

And that is how my day begins.

Back when our daughters were little, we noticed that how the morning started set the tone for the rest of the day.

If the day started off with us impatient, wanting them to move faster than they were inlined to move, well, let’s just say the day didn’t improve from there.

We started having do-overs. We’d all climb back in our beds then”wake-up” again. It worked because A) it was a game that took everyone out of their mood and B) it gave us all a chance to reset.

I am in desperate need of a reset.

For now that reset looks like taking Twitter and Facebook off my phone. Not deleting the accounts completely (yet anyway). But making the access a little more difficult.

It looks like allowing my mind to wake up without dumping the garbage of the world into it first thing. Instead, I read in bed for a bit, then go to my yoga rom and meditate and do some yoga.

It looks like building an abundance of mental, emotional and spiritual energy to carry me through each day and all the days to come.

It looks like creating space for hope.