The absolute best way for me to get over and move forward is to run to the gym. So, Sunday night I bought a monthly pass for my Gothenburg gym and attended my first yoga class in almost a year. I knew I was exactly where I belong when the instructor told the group that the theme of the class would be "Love."
I struggled a little bit with my breathing and my focus, but I tried not to be so hard on myself. After all, the theme of the class was "Love." Instead of focusing on the bad, I gave myself credit for being stronger than I thought I would be. It was an excellent class for my body, mind and soul. I actually felt so much love, my eyes filled up with tears before saying "namaste."
To your head – For lovely thoughts. To your lips – For lovely words. To your heart – For love itself.
I love yoga and yoga makes me love life. Again and again and again – and again. I miss my NOVA gym, but my Gothenburg one is just as good. Love is all around. You just gotta let it in.
|Yea, definitely gotta work on that handstand if it's gonna make the Olympics.|
|My dearest friend. I wonder how many times I pulled myself up here. A gazillion?|