Every once in a while my life falls into a rut. I lose my joy and motivation. I keep doing, but I stop being satisfied with my results or, even worse, see no results of my actions at all. The confusion gets further. I lose my clarity in life. I become restless, anxious, lost.
My natural reaction in the past would be to try even harder. To overload myself with projects and get overwhelmed by unfinished tasks.
In the era, when distractions and information are flying towards you with the speed of light, it is easy to get a cluttered life as a result.
Yesterday (10 February 2017) I woke up early as usual on school days. I got up and went to do my morning routines – preparing breakfast for my daughter, tea, coffee; then I took her to school and the day continued in its habitual rhythm.
8 years earlier it wasn’t a regular day. It was a day, that became a door into my new life. 8 years earlier, I woke up with the dawn. Sleep hardly visited me that night. I was waking up every 10 minutes checking the time. My daughter, who was year and half then, and I, were about to have our first flight. We were flying to Cyprus to join my husband, who was already living and working here. He arrived a little under year and a half prior to us. Our daughter was only two months, when my husband came here. It was one of the hardest periods in our life together. We just had a baby and he had to leave and look for a better life opportunity. I don’t even want to remember that period.
This post would be totally useless, if I had to simply list the yoga sets I did for this period of time. In a two weeks time I only practiced three times – a hips class with Vytas Baskauskas, a 30-minute fun class with Rodney Yee and Mariel Hemingway plus the yoga part of Dance the Chakras (by Raviana), and a Budokon set (Flow and Flexibility). Not much for two weeks, ha?
First my kid went down with a stomach flu. Then we had a one-day trip. Then I was just lazy or cold, etc. Excuses, excuses, excuses. As you can see I am not yet a regular firm practitioner.