A few preliminary comments before I delve into yoga topics. First, this morning, just wanted to wish my dearest Lorene a happy birthday. Make it a good one, sissy.
Second topic on my list, my mate, Paul S (Pfiefferfilmsandmegmovies.com) stepped up to represent and welcomed me to the UK a few days ago, which was wonderful. And I’m not complaining (just sayin’) it’s still just me and Paul. Where are the rest of my peeps? And, I mean, I love Paul S, don’t get me wrong, nothing against Paul, he’s a fabulous bloke, really. But I’m feeling a bit gutted as I was just thinking it would be a larger turnout for my homecoming.
But you know the saying, when God closes one door, somewhere he opens a window (or in this case, when he only opens a door by a smidgen and you can’t seem to fit in because you weigh too much … okay, digressing again) well, my new yoga buddy and fellow blogger in Asia, yogafivefifty.com, on the other hand has brought me a few new friends, so thank you, and Namaste.
It’s all good, and I am so enjoying writing this blog. I probably will say this a lot throughout my posts, but your comments and likes mean more than I can say. I can’t respond during my work hours, but do try to follow up later in my day. I tuck your responses away until I can spend some time, and they feel like tiny presents waiting for me at the end of my work day. It feels almost tangible. Amazing.
My hope is that amidst the joking, that we can connect on some of the serious topics I touch on, weight, health, stress, etc. Your responses bring us all closer to realizing that none of us are alone, and that at the end of the day, we are all human, with strengths and weaknesses. When we begin to let go of our fear of discussing a problem, we find that there are so many people with exactly the same issues feeling exactly the same way as we do. For me, at least, that helps me take that deep breath and really look at the problem and begin finally to address it. So, please continue to share your thoughts.
On to yoga. I attended class Wednesday night, one final class before our training starts. Feeling a little like when I’m going to the dentist and I get so much better about flossing the two weeks before my appointment. (Yeah, the dentist doesn’t notice, right?)
During class my anxiety about the training was definitely starting to kick in (or maybe that was just the yogi’s foot next to me, was a pretty crowded class.) That voice in my head can be so negative. (hey lady, you in the last row, can you put a cork in it! We heard you the first five times you said it.)
I mean, really, I’m sure I’m not alone on this … when I start to obsess or stress about something, my inner voice just keeps repeating the same thing like in minute intervals, and it’s such a negative dialogue. In class Wednesday night I got really tired, and I needed to rest. Instead of being nurturing and kind like I would be to anyone else, that devilish dialogue starts in, “I don’t think you’re ready for this training. Oh, yeah, the teacher must be looking at you thinking, sweetheart, you are NOT ready for the training class. What were you thinking when you signed up for this class? And aside from that, you really should floss more.”
I got to laughing at myself the other day because I was thinking, man, if I talked to my loved ones or friends (hopefully they are one and the same) like I talk to myself, repeating the same negative things over and over again A) they’d be having thoughts about my short-term memory problem, and B) they probably wouldn’t be my loved ones for long.
Ever since I had that comical visual, I’ve been more cognizant of that inner dialogue, and turning it off a bit sooner. Bottom line, it’s usually just fear getting the better of me. And if I can consciously bring a positive thought in disrupting the negative flow, it’s pretty effective.
So, on that note, I’ve prepared myself with some positive thoughts that I will keep handy beginning tonight.
Bloody good job, Sue. You are blinding (not too sure about that one, bringing up a bad image) but supposedly blinding is a good thing. Brilliant job! What an Ace. Cheers, you should be chuffed managing to do that pose. Hunky-dory, little mate.
It’s just important that I show my peeps that I’m serious about being British. And in the not too distant future I will be a lot smaller and I’m planning to slide through that crack in the door. I just hope Paul S is not the only Brit welcoming me.
As always, thanks for sharing. Send a positive thought my way the next few days. Will be back next week to share my experience. You all have a wonderful weekend. I know I will.