I can feel the pressure building inside of me,
pressure to get things done, get things organized,
be better, do more, know more,
pressure to have a plan,
pressure to answer others’ questions…
It’s the dark time of the year,
and the darkness is bringing me down.
I don’t want this pressure.
I want to hide.
God, help me change my mind.
Help me welcome the pressure.
Let me see this discomfort as a yoga posture
life has given me to master.
If I can breathe through it,
I can learn something from it.
Today I accomplished two of three
big things I had to get done this weekend.
One remains. The biggest one.
I’m leading a four hour training
teaching yoga teachers
how to teach restorative yoga.
I was getting myself geared up
to feel anxious and down on myself
for leaving the prep
until the last moment,
the way we talk to ourselves really matters.
and praise builds us up.
I decided to be nice to myself.
I decided it could be pleasurable
to prepare this training
for those who are attending.
I realized that the procrastination is a habit
and so is the self-recrimination…
and I can choose to change it…
all of it.
I prayed to give my trainees
the tools they need
to add the most value
to their students’ lives.
Spirit whispered in my ear…
and I followed the orders I was given.
I went into my old laptop
and discovered a handout
I prepared years ago
with all the information
I want to share with my trainees tomorrow.
So…I don’t have so much prep to do after all.
Thank god for all miracles, big and small!
All of a sudden,
as if someone had lit a fire
I felt motivated to get some stuff done.
Things that I had been wanting to do
got done in a matter of minutes.
And so I wonder about procrastination.
I wonder about the time I spent
judging myself for not getting things done.
I wonder what I could’ve done with that time,
if it were used in service of something greater
May I develop the discipline to notice
when I’m caught in that old trap
and just get the freaking stuff done already!
I begin to discover
to what degree I’m still waiting
for the rest of my life to begin.
Once he moves out
and the separation begins…
Once I have a steady income
and I don’t need his help…
Once my heart heals from the loss…
Once I start to believe in myself…
Once I am able to live a more creative,
a more joyful, a more liberated existence…
And I sit here, wondering how long
I will defer my happiness
waiting for something besides
what I already have
in this one moment.
I look for the wisdom
in loving what is.
I search for the courage necessary
to hold myself accountable
for such presence.
You don’t have to finish
everything all in one go.
Just get started.
Get the momentum going,
don’t look back.
That project that seemed impossible
now becomes a series
of manageable steps.
The first step?
Take a deep breath.
Be still, close your eyes, go in.
When you take the time
to find center
the smallest actions
can have the most profound impact
on the world around you.
You don’t have to have
it all figured out.
I realized I had been waiting for more time
a better mood
a more restful night of sleep
and nothing was getting done.
I realized that if I stopped waiting
and just started something
the rest would follow.
To enjoy my creativity is simple:
I take a deep breath,
pick something up–
a piece of fabric
and I just DO SOMETHING.
And this is all creativity is.
It’s doing something
with the time and the resources
that we have available to us.
As I relaxed my expectations
about what a creative moment
should look like
I was able to become absorbed
in the act of creation itself.
What a beautiful meditation!
The creative process is bigger than my fears
or my beliefs in lack of time, energy or resources.
All I need to do is surrender,
and here again is the flow
I’ve been longing for.
it feels so good to create!
I don’t want to wait anymore;
I want to express what is within me,
what has been wanting to be expressed
no one need know or approve of me.
My new mantra–
Relax, create, savor…repeat.
Time to sleep
After all this time spent,
this workshop better be damn good.
And that’s all I have to say.
Back to the grindstone. So much more to do before I’m ready. This is exactly what I didn’t want–working down to the last minute, but somehow it’s what I always end up doing. Time to practice some compassion and maybe let go of some of the unrealistic expectations. This won’t be perfect, because nothing is. Yet everything taken together is perfect, so maybe I can just trust in the everything.