“The tragedy of life is not so much what men suffer, but rather what they miss.”
~Thomas Carlyle
Putting together our lives is like a puzzle without a picture, we find what goes together and what doesn’t.
Some parts fit easily and others will take practice and consorted effort to work them into place.
271 days have passed since the first of the year, and it was my intention and desire to work with my body each day in yoga to bend it back into shape.
265 days I made it to the mat and struggled against flab, weak muscles, ouchy joints, frozen stiff muscles not to mention a lazy attitude that would rather, snuggle.
Had I not started this journey I would have missed the feelings of muscles, strong flexible muscles and a feeling of wonder taking care of self.
It has rubbed off in other areas, I am more mindful of what I eat and even how much or if I am hungry.
I am so grateful that I have worked to eliminate the suffering my body was heading into and I will not miss knowing what it is like to have a strong body.
My strong body seems to help with keeping my mind strong as well, that when you get strong in one area, the others tag along.
Each day I am so proud of myself when I take the time and effort, the pain and suffering on the mat, as yoga changes the shape of me, the feel of me, and the overall puzzle called me.
