I am Nicole and I am a stress bucket … without a chance to
reconnect with myself from time to time….well, it can lead to catastrophe…like
Monday. Usually a fresh start to the week with hubby on standby with the
children all weekend, Monday is my day at home blissfully playing Mummy doing the
chores….usually. After getting the children down for their nap, I tried a yoga
stretch, and broke into tears…..Cue husband arriving home for a quick lunch –
great! Just what you want…an audience.
The truth was after three weeks of sick family and teething
children I had given all I could…to everyone else. I had nothing left in my
little red wagon to give to myself or anyone else for that matter. It was that
old familiar feeling of too many gigs back to back…once upon a time when I was
the career girl in the big smoke.
You need to go back to Yoga, hubby said. Well, sniff, theres
a Yoga class on Friday mornings at 7, with my favourite teacher….sniff, can I
go? Whilst Friday wasn’t ideal for him, he took the morning shift and I was
booked and ready to go.
This morning despite a long night with miss 5 month old, I
was up at sunrise, showered, dressed and literally skipping off to studio….I
drove down a little lane to find the most beautiful little sanctuary…cold
climate gardens, with the leaves just on the verge of turning…and a pretty
little studio, big picture windows and a crackling fire….what a way to welcome
the day.
Though its been nearly 2 years and a pregnancy since my last
class, I did quite well physically, considering…the challenge was in silencing
the mind…and finding my balance…but in time this will come and for now just
being in this class is the most perfect way to give to me…one hour a week to
surrender to my inner self and find my balance….for me…and nobody else…so I can
be better at being me, the one that cares for them!
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