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One year ago today, I wrote a post titled, On the Eve of my 50th Birthday. Today, it is the eve of my 51st. Here are my current reflections:
- I want to take a nap. For about a week.
- Technically, I still could have another baby...
- Who would've thought that I went through all that yoga teacher training only to become my own student?
- Yoga is not about having the right clothes and hanging out with the right crowd. Well, maybe it is for some people, and I guess that's OK for them, but for me, it's about something else (See, I was going to say "something more" and then I realized that was a judgment. I'm learning.)
- Where the hell did all that traffic on my 50th birthday post come from, anyway? (If you know, email me!)
- Ouch. (Still.)
- Getting to 51 is not as bad as not getting to 51.
- I have grown tremendously in recent months, but sometimes I fail to stop and assess that. It's good to keep focused on growing, but it's also important (and not self-important) to celebrate my growth and learning (Yay, me!).
- I hope I can always say, "Yes, I know I am ignorant, but I am not as ignorant as I could be, and hopefully not as ignorant as I was yesterday."
- No matter where I go or what I do, it leads me back to writing. I saw a Facebook post recently that said, "We often meet our destiny on the road we took to avoid it." I've worked very hard to avoid taking my place as a writer. No more. I'm a writer; I embrace that. I'm also a Registered Yoga Teacher. Writing is how I teach yoga now. That's why I've started this new blog. I hope you'll join me for class - it's free and you don't have to have special clothes or gear. You can even attend naked if you want. And invite your friends. Let's grow together, stretch our spiritual muscles, gain our psychic balance, laugh at ourselves, and learn to squeeze all of the juice out of this precious thing we call life.
- "She did it." ~ Adam
- After having spent this past year shedding delusions, I wonder how many I have left, and if I'll look back next year and say, "Wow, I didn't even have a clue back when I was just turning 51!"
- I hope I'll still be here next year. I am ever aware of the fragility of life.
- I have no control over whether things will transpire in my life the way I'd like them to. All I have control over is how I respond to that - and I commit myself to respond like a yogini... with my feet firmly planted and arms open wide.
Peace, Julie
