Brain playgrounds

Hey yo. I’ve been writing all day long. And by all day I, of course, mean for a couple of hours. 

Lesson learned: trying to put each important detail of your story into coherent, fluid, eloquent black and white words is freaking hard. Maybe I should try putting them in purple words? Maybe that would be easier. 

Either way, it has begun: the book writing process. Is that kind of anti-climatic? To tell you ahead of time that I am working on such a project. I mean it could completely fall flat on it’s little unpopular, boring, no-one-wants-to-read-you face. Yet…here I am. 

Cheers to accountability; I am confident the anticipation will destroy you. Boom.

{Side note: If you haven’t checked out the new show Black Box on ABC then you are crazy! Crazy I tell you. Especially if you happen to be in the mental healthy field. It’s amazing and I happen to be watching it tonight…so it’s not entirely random. Also. If you figure out a way to get my Kelly Reilly’s wardrobe please let me know. And…gimme gimme gimme that soundtrack to my life. Please.}

I practice mindfulness and try to stay present on the reg. so that really should not be a big deal, right? 

Wrong. Wrong! People, I was so wrong. To not get lost in the pain of the pose, the sweat rolling over every orifice of my body, dripping in my eyes, stinging my eyes, the fact that my hips are not doing what he was telling me to do, or running through my plans for later in the afternoon was killer. He worked my mental butt off the chain. 

It was while in that 90 minute class that I discovered the playground of my mind. Wowza! It’s like the most magical, whimsical, complex, amazing set of slides, bridges, swings, and spiderweb climby things ever! You should be jealous. 

Or maybe you shouldn’t be jealous because I bet other people have an easier time being present, still, and quiet when they don’t have magnanimously awesome playgrounds for minds. 

It was hard. I was frustrated. And I became keenly aware of how quickly I went to judge my brain for being so quick to run away and jump on the tire swing. Which clearly solved my every problem: judging my runaway thoughts, of course. 

Judgement. Shame. Guilt. These emotions truly have no place on the yoga playground. Certainly one of the things I love most about yoga is that it confronts these intricate delicacies of life. It nudges the corners of the mind and poses the question, “do you believe you’re good enough, fit enough, worthy enough, smart enough, skinny enough, perfect enough, whatever enough to be able to stay in this moment and accept you where you are?”

We spend much of our lives lost. Lost emotionally, lost in technology, lost spiritually, lost mentally. When all that we need, the answers, the wisdom, the energy all lie right in front of us, around us, within us. 

Take a moment to find quiet today; be still. What comes up? What do you notice? What might you need to let go of? 

Let it go.