I love getting to my yoga mat at really any time of day, but one of my routines has started to include a class at 5:30 p.m. on Sundays. It’s a 75-minute class and I almost always leave learning something new about myself.
As I got to the class yesterday, I knew the shirt I was wearing was not the most ideal since it wasn’t very form-fitting (not that it needs to be). It would fall onto my face in downward dog and needed to be tucked in. So I went back and forth, trying to decide if I should just practice in my sports bra. I spent way too much time thinking about it, wondering whether or not someone would think I wanted to show off or if someone would feel uncomfortable or if I would even feel comfortable in my own skin.
And so I decided to do it, to expose the bandages on my back and let the weekend beer belly hang over the stretchy pants. It was a very empowering decision for me, something so small, yet so mighty. I decided in that moment that I was responsible for me, not what other people decided to think or say about it.
This word decide kept coming up and coming up and coming up during class and I remembered Meredith Grey on Grey’s Anatomy saying,
Sometimes things come up for us. Words, phrases, emotions, what have you. This was my word, my reminder to decide again and again to live my best life, be my best self, and be okay with the imperfections, the scars, the word vomit, the tears.