My yoga practice doesn't put up with my bullshit. It allows me the space I need to grow into who I really am, while calling me out in the moments when I don't honor that truth.
Not that long ago I was on my mat in child's pose, exhaled, and had this unfiltered thought: I'm not "over" growing up the fat kid. I thought I was. After thinking and meditating on that concept more, I wrote about my experiences. I wasn't looking for a pity party. Rather, I went in it looking for a fight; I wanted that part of my life & all of its residual effects GONE. So I brought that time back to life on paper and returned to that world, relived the moments, saw the faces, heard the words. Felt things all over again. My yoga practice was my anchor to the now - to who I am today. Getting back on the mat after my writing sessions also allowed me to sift through the experiences and, in my Virgo mind, categorize them into: (1) what isn't serving me and isn't worth dragging around a second longer or (2) what serves who I am today.
All of the items in (1) were offered to a Burning Bowl at the end of 2013 (good riddance!). The items in (2) became a list: The Top 5 Things I Learned Being the Fat Kid.
My next five blogs are dedicated to each of those lessons. Note: each lesson isn't warm and fuzzy. Some of them are quite the opposite. All are, however, honest.
