I find it ironic that the moment I decided to start a blog I got writer’s block. I’m still trying to figure out if it’s truly been writer’s block, a little dip (unofficial therapy word) I found myself in, resisting vulnerability…or perhaps simply a combination of all three. It was the beginning of May and I found myself ending a relationship, not getting a job I really wanted (and needed), desperately missing my Nashville friends and missing who I was and what I had in Nashville. Then like a smack in the face, we learned of the suicides of Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain. Yep, I needed a minute….
‘There is no greater threat to the critics, cynics, and fear mongers than a woman who is willing to fall because she has learned how to rise.’ -Brene Brown
I’m a Type A that’s learning how to be a Type R. I cannot remember a time in my life when I didn’t have a plan. Even now in my more relaxed season of life I still make plans. I’m most comfortable that way. However, it’s when those plans don’t work out that I get a sweat mustache. Input should equal output, right!?!?! It’s been a challenging lesson to learn these past two years or so …..and it has brought me to this place of mindfulness in order to cope, make sense, peace and friends with the confusion. Y’all remember that I teach yoga now, yes? When I teach I (obviously) put my ZEN hat on (namaste) and instruct everyone at the beginning of practice that their only job throughout the class is to breathe and to stay present in the moment. Since yoga is a lifestyle (yoga literally means union…to yolk…thus, the mind, body, soul connection) I’ve been focusing on breathing and staying in the moment OFF the mat more. And although I will never be fully declawed, I’m learning to appreciate the invitations, opportunities and blessings that come along with surrendering to being present in the moment. Don’t blink because I don’t know how long this version of Stacey will last, regardless, I’m grateful for the lessons I’m learning, opportunities I’m being afforded and people I’m meeting and in community with. Organically, my outlook has become one of gratitude….even on those days when I’m struggling, I can always find my Chic Fil A sweet tea to be grateful for. 🙂
My hope, wish, challenge and prayer is the same for all of you….BREATHE and stay present in the moment.