As regular readers of this blog already know, I have a love-hate relationship with blogging. A blog can be a demanding beast, and sometimes it’s easier to not blog at all than to deal with the pressure of trying to maintain a consistent schedule.
My last post was about 30 day challenges – a 30-day Bikram Yoga challenge and a 30-day writing challenge. I was more successful at the Bikram challenge than the writing one. Doing a Bikram class every day has re-established the habit, to the point that I’ve only missed one day of class since December 18, 2013. That’s over 90 days of class. In that time, I’ve lost weight, gained flexibility, strength and balance, and found enough inner peace to help me manage the daily stresses of single parenting and a busy work schedule.
I’d also hoped that a daily dose of Bikram would bring great clarity, wisdom and insight in other areas of my life. I guess I thought that Bikram Choudhury himself would appear to me in a vision during final Savasana and speak to me about the meaning of life. That hasn’t happened. But whenever I find myself struggling to understand what it is I want, I often find myself bombarded with thoughts and images of what I do not want. I’m taking mental notes of the “do not want” images, knowing that eventually that clarity I’m looking for will manifest.
In the meantime, I’m following the advice of Dionne Monsanto, who is a teacher at Bikram Yoga Harlem – keep going, until you can’t.