To say there has been a lot going on in my life in the last week, is an understatement. On par, I wasn't getting a whole lot of sleep and in typical fashion I found some trouble to get myself into last night which didn't get me much sleep. So the one day I usually have to catch up on sleep and relax was pretty busy with brunch with a dear friend and then my usual yoga and dinner with my best friend. I pondered for a bit of bailing on brunch, but its only taken this friend and I about 3 months to find a day for brunch that we were both free and I really miss him since we don't see each other at work anymore, so that seemed like a bad idea. Then I thought about yoga. And having skipped it a bit lately, I was a little intimidated by going yoga. On a good day, my practice at Down Dog is pretty intense but here I was short on sleep and energy....and I was letting my yoga practice intimidate me. I thought "I'll just use the broken toe as my excuse." While its not a whole lot of fun to roll over the toe going from down to up dog, it hasn't limited me from anything else. I was finding an excuse to not do something that is a crucial element to my training. I shook that thought and decided I'd feel better for going. The irony. I have no problem being punched, kicked, choked, etc but I was afraid to go to yoga. Clearly Im letting my training get out of balance with my yoga practice. But I made it to class, it wasn't all that scary but wasn't that easy.
So I have thought about this for a while. Do I actually write this post? Do I put my dirty laundry out there for everyone? Or the handful that read my blog. And if I do, what do I say? Do I slam those involved? Do I take the high road? When is a “good” time to put it out there? A few days under my belt and there is probably no better time. So no secret, my ex-boyfriend was my coach. That worked out mildly well while we were together but add a breakup and somehow it just doesn’t work out as smoothly. Add a few of the worst things a person could do to another in there and disaster doesn’t even begin to describe. But I have this eternal belief that I can make any situation work. That I can fix things. It’s what makes me good at my job. I’m an eternal optimist. But it’s what causes me to not be so good at my personal life. Even when things are clearly not good, I still think I can fix it and make it right...
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