transformation

To be changed is to shed a previous version of oneself. It's uncomfortable. It's awkward. It's terrifying. It's challenging.

Above everything, it's necessary.

The journey of this project is coming to a close officially tomorrow as it will mark the 100th day of yoga and blogging. I am floored, amazed, and a bit stunned that I made it.

Not that commitment and I are enemies, but we aren't entirely best friends either. As a young person, I never seemed to fill the pages of a notebook before starting another. Later, I could never get into a full workout routine in between all the adulting things of the world. Before Netflix, I am not sure if I ever watched a full season of shows, and if I did it was rare.

The project has presented me with an unknown number of benefits ranging from health to emotional to mental to energetic to spiritual to ... well you get the idea. And today I can say that it has impacted my interaction with the concept of commitment.

I'm a changed person now. Not because I felt pressure to conform to some way of doing things. Instead, because I chose to dedicate myself, my time, and my energy to a positive practice day in and day out no matter what came or where I was or how tired I felt or how slammed my schedule filled up or whatever the excuses can be for refusing to seek change for yourself.

The layers we develop are sometimes the very things holding us back from experiencing life in the manner in which it is intended to be lived. Pride encourages the wearing of these layers as if they symbolize greatness and maturity. However, the willingness to shed layers in an effort to grow through healthy connection with the environment and surrounding elements reflects a humility of inner-strength.