do you ever get really motivated to organize your stuff but like halfway after pulling everything out and getting things all over the place you lose the motivation and just sit in the middle of the catastrophe for like 2 hours on the computer before you decide to finish
Too many young girls don’t know how to act when someone’s being inappropriate with them. They giggle or they try to brush it off. Don’t do that. Tell them to go fuck themselves - be a bitch. If someone’s being disrespectful to you, be disrespectful right back. Show them the same amount of respect that they show you.
It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any.
Let everything happen to you. Beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Everyone is my teacher. Some I seek. Some I subconsciously attract. Often I learn simply by observing others. Some may be completely unaware that I’m learning from them, yet I bow deeply in gratitude.
Since learning a couple weeks ago that my parents are getting a divorce I have been through a whirlwind of emotions. I am happy to say that I have safely landed. I have never had my foundation rocked in such a way. I never imagined that after 32 years my seemingly happy parents would split.
I have learned so much about myself. So much about what I thought to be ‘myself’. I learned that you should be true to who you are and not to hide behind built up walls. I shook and hands with and had a heart to heart with my ego. I also learned that when everything seems to be falling apart around me, I too don’t need to crumble. I watched myself falling into the familiar black hole that I lived in for so long before I found yoga. I am so thankful J was there to wipe my tears, hold my hand and ever so nicely slap me back into reality.
I feel ready now. Stronger. Grounded. I have dove back into MY practice. My love for yoga has saved me on numerous occasions. I practice because yoga is my antidepressant, my drug. I practice because I love coming back to my natural high, my bliss, my self. I teach so I can share it with others. Spread the love. Share the joy. #yoga