Back to the mat on a regular basis again, and damn, it feels de-lish! Although I've definitely lost some skill, I'm hoping with time, strength-building, and regular practice I'll be back to where I was before.
But an interesting thing happened today that made me remember how blessed I am. To be grateful for this day, this body, this life. After class, someone I don't know well but am rather fond of told me I was "an inspiration." Here I am thinking how my Mountain Climbers suck these days, how I'm too weak to get to full Locust...in typical perfectionist fashion, I was beating myself up. Yet, to someone, my practice or my determination was inspirational.
This was just a simple reminder to not take your unique blessings for granted. To appreciate them, to humbly shine through dedication to your own practice. Every body is different. You never know what each day will bring, so cherish each and every one. It's extremely easy for me to forget how fortunate I am to even be able to practice on a regular basis with such wonderful teachers. Some people have neither the health, time, nor discretionary income to allow them to partake, even when they desperately want to.
It was good for me to hear that today, not so much for the ego stroke, but to shake me out of my comfortable complacency. This is a good body I have...why do I continue to malign it? Even on my worst day I have more than some will ever have in a lifetime. So it's time I woke up and took note and shifted my thinking. In this skin is a damn good place to be.