Most days, I have to remind myself to breathe. Deep, yogic breaths.
I’m fortunate that I spent years and years practicing yoga, even participating in a grueling, life-changing 4 week yoga training course in an ashram, in India back in 2008.
Prior to having L, I had a solid asana practice (i.e., doing yoga poses every day). I even meditated somewhat successfully. Even when I was pregnant, I was taking classes, stretching my mind and my body, grounding myself.
Now? I try. Really I do. I take a class every once in a while. I sometimes go to the Buddhist meditation center in Chelsea. But most days, I barely have time to think about it. When it gets really rough, I lie on the ground in sivasana (corpse pose) and do a few simple twists.
Lately ‘really rough’ has been the norm. I could make a laundry list of all the things I’m stressing about, but I’d prefer not to. Instead, I will share some updates, adding a positive twist to them.
- My mom is fit to fly. She’s FINALLY coming home after being stuck in a southern Italian hospital for almost two weeks. She is one tough cookie, this mom of mine.
- Lily is growing out of her crib. This girl is getting taller and taller each day. I’m not going to move her into a big girl bed until we get settled into our new home (likely to be a mattress on the floor with pillows everywhere).
- We are going to move. Somewhere beautiful. And hopefully I’ll have better clarity this evening. But I don’t want to jinx it. I considered dedicating a blog to the soul-sucking experience of apartment hunting in NYC but I decided to spare you.
- Lily is starting preschool in September. We will have a whole new support system to work with. And they will be wonderful. They have to be wonderful.
And oh, this is just the tip of the iceberg. But, deep breaths. It will all work out.
Must run – about to chair my quarterly CSR committee meeting at work. Forza!
C and L