Power Yoga

This morning in yoga, I realized how whiny and wimpy I was at 2:00AM last night when I wrote my last post. So, apologies. What I DON'T want this blog to become is a place where I simply dump all my emotions because I don't want to deal with them. This is where I want to grow as a writer/person and just put my ideas, thoughts, and passions out there. So: no more complaining.*fingers crossed*.

I also realized this morning in yoga that life is too short. There's not enough time for me to be so caught up in how others make me feel. There's not enough time for me to keep wishing things were different when it's in my power to make them different. There are plenty of relationships in my life that I've simply given up on, or refuse to face. And why? So that when I'm on my deathbed, I can look back and wish I'd done something? That's a pathetic way to live. No, I've decided to give those friendships, romances, whatever, everything I've got. I mean, what the hell? Why not? Life's short, but it's full of opportunities just dangling in front of me. I refuse to be too lazy to seize what's within my reach, and will reach for what's beyond it. How else will I be able to say I gave everything I had to life? 

I'm not really sure what brought all this on, since it is an extremely unusual surge of optimism in my characteristically pessimistic stream of consciousness. I guess it's just one of the positive side effects of getting up at 7:00AM to go to power yoga (in addition to getting a workout). Something about yoga clears my often scattered thoughts and sometimes forms coherent sentences in my brain, and I'm glad I've found that out recently. Here's to hoping it will keep the positive thoughts coming...

Cheers.