Princess Sassy Pants & Co.™

I woke up (early) this morning and found myself looking back through my life. I was looking at it as though I was an outside observer of sorts. It was like watching (an often sad) movie. I cried as I watched the struggles of this small child and all the challenges she faced. I saw how she thought she should know how to navigate them but that she couldn’t possibly know this. 

Among many other things, I saw this tiny 13 year-old girl try to crawl in her mother’s casket and then slump to the ground as she lost consciousness, not able to process the weight of what had happened.

I saw the many, many struggles but I also saw that these very same challenges acted as the catalyst for her to eventually look deeply within herself and discover treasures more valuable than anything in all the world.

Can these challenges then be called bad? Maybe they can seem so from a little moment in time. It’s like looking at an infinite tapestry from a very close perspective. Only when we back way up to do begin to see that what looked like a big, scary, hairy thread is really perfectly entwined with other threads, creating a glorious and breathtaking image that actually does make sense.

I took up a pretty serious yoga practice just prior to the Covid craziness. I just started playing with it one day after doing a cardio dance workout and kept going. I love it because the experience is so much deeper than just physical exercise for me.

I’m often amazed at what I experience “on the mat.” As I twist and turn and attempt to make shapes this body has never done before, I watch as what I experience reflects other areas of my life “off the mat.” It’s like a little window giving me insight into various things that I maybe wasn’t paying attention to or wasn’t aware of. There’s also a sense of transcending limits as I slowly open up and am able to do things I didn’t believe I ever could. (The yoga booty you get is an added bonus too.)