Again, my yoga instructor. Again, a reminder I needed. Again, it’s about yoga and it’s about life.
We’re here to be.
To simply be.
I’ve been playing and being with this idea more and more, even before I heard it in yoga.
What is life if I’m just being?
Not trying. Not needing to achieve. Not needing to please or figure things out or do it better or differently.
Just being.
I’m being with my anger.
I’m being with my grief and pain.
I’m being with the emotions as they rise and fall, and I’m being with the wholer, fuller me, the Self as it’s referred to in Internal Family Systems therapy, that is bigger and truer and wholer and fuller than the emotions.
Certainly bigger and truer and wholer and fuller than the thoughts – the often misguided thoughts – that can kick up my emotions.
Being, to me, means less judgment of myself and how I’m showing up. Less pressure on myself to do it right or better. Less need to focus on and take care of others to a less than healthy extent.
It means more acceptance of and love for myself. More willingness to give myself grace and to let however I show up be okay, even if it’s sometimes not okay. More allowing and admitting when things feel hard (like they do today) and when things are easier and glorious (like they often also are).
We’re here to be. Not to do. Not to prove. Not to please. Not even to achieve.
Just to be.
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