It’s Friday night and I’m settled down for the night, sleepy after a wondrous yoga filled day.
My experience today has got me thinking.
What is it that truly makes me feel alive?
It’s no doubt that yoga is my passion, and I though I may not thoroughly enjoy each and every second of it.
[I'm hungry, tired, bored- Yes, those thought do cross my mind.]
I am thankful for those moments I feel that extraordinary burst of joy from doing something I once thought was impossible.
I am grateful to be able to share such a beautiful practice with great like-minded people.
I am appreciative for my body, for after years of distress, allows me to thrive.
When was the last time you truly felt alive?