What an interesting mission this was for me! In one way, I pretty much totally failed. But in another, I was wholly successful. Let me explain.
My intention when I set out on this mission was to attend a yoga class at least once a week. I hoped that I’d get into my yoga groove, by the end of the month I’d have formed a habit, and I’d be well on my way to master yogi serenity. I would use yoga to center and ground me, and to make a space for me to just enjoy myself.
I made it to one yoga class. The first one.
Can I admit that I just don’t really mesh well with yoga? Eek, that’s so hard to say! I want to like yoga, I really really do. And I can truly imagine that at some later stage in my life, I could develop a rich and rewarding yoga practice.
But now? Man, it just doesn’t seem to fit into my life. So I kept putting it off – first I skipped the Monday night class and promised I’d go Thursday. But Thursday came and went with a promise to make it Sunday morning. But Sunday morning . . . nope, I slept in late and then played in bed with my husband and baby. And I was carrying all this guilt, all this yoga failure guilt, until I took a step back. The whole point of this was to DE-stress, right?
So I let it go. Okay, yoga isn’t for me. Instead I took a new approach: late night baths with wine and a good book, and more sex.
It was awesome.
I’ve been *so* mindful of my anxiety all month, and I’m working hard to calm my nerves as soon as they start to frazzle. I take deep breaths. I vocalize a positive thought. I relax my shoulders and smile. I make sure I get at least one long bath each week. And, ahem, the other stuff.
And it’s totally worked! I’ve been so much more relaxed this month. It’s made everything easier. Damian says he can see the difference. I know it’s made me a better mother.
So in that way, it’s been a huge success. I kind of couldn’t have asked for better. And it’s just the beginning!