this january has been a bit of a well, odd month, i guess. life keeps rearing it's head in (ahem) interesting ways and in order for my own well-being and sanity i have decided to do something everyday that make me uncomfortable. i'm not talking making myself ill or in danger, but just choosing to do things that would make me a little aprehensive. for example, i was in the changing room after a sweating, exhausting 90 minute yoga session and i just wanted to get the fuck out of there. pardon the f-bomb, but sometimes it's valid. i was tired. generally, i would have thrown warmer clothes on over my drenched layers but INSTEAD a quiet voice said, "do yourself a favor. slow down. take off those wet clothes. get into your dry pieces and move on your way." huh. quite a revelation. to me at least. a woman who is used to moving at a rapid pace most of the time. so, i did it. stripped down in a room with about ten women of all shapes and sizes and made myself more comfortable. aaaahh. other examples include. listening instead of reacting, deep breathing before speaking, twenty push ups a day, saying yes more, saying no more, accepting something for what it is, walking through fear, listening to a song that i might not at first like based on it's genre and listening anyway, observing myself in a non-judgemental way.
here's to 2012 and it's new experiences as uncomfortable as they may be.
(image via a conversation on cool)
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