All the Small Steps richting je doel
It is 5:50, the alarm rings and after a snooze or two I get myself out of bed. I wonder “what the hell am I doing?” getting up this early. You must know, I’m not that much of an early bird. I once read a line from Eva Daeleman, I would like to quote: "I’m not a morning person, nor an evening person, just a day person" :-) That’s me! Yet, I find myself getting into my yoga clothes, prepping my Huel and within 20 min I’m off to Antwerp Yoga for my weekly Ashtanga Mysore routine by 7:00.
Small steps, it did not happen overnight, but as a result of a long proces. And it still kills me every time.
Weekly, that’s correct! As much as my ego would like to be part of that daily yoga scene, it is just not an option for me, not living in Antwerp and having two kids to bring to school. But last week I did realize, I have been practicing Ashtanga yoga now for almost 20 months, I have never been more engaged in any practice than this. And during all those months, the tiniest changes have been taking place in my body.
Small steps, Fear of Missing Out kills me at times, but I am doing this my way.
When I started back in January 2019, I would have never dreamed I could rest my head on the mat in split stand, leave alone getting up in headstand. That’s only for the crazy ones, not for normal people,….
Small steps, not giving up, crawling back up when you can, hell it’s hard work.
When I was a (fat) kid and felt so insecure during any sports (I even did ballet in tights, I still cringe when thinking of that), I would never have imagine standing between these sweaty bodies, showing my body as it is right now, powerful and what the fuck, yes, even flexible. I’m telling my inner obese child to be so bloody proud of that.
Small steps, still insecure, still hard to show myself, still learning to love my body, trying not to care what others think.
All these small steps make me who I am today. Still in doubt very often if all the decisions I have made so far will lead to anything. This is my scared inner child speaking. Insecure, keeping myself small. But once and a while, I wake up in clarity, with support of similar minds around me and realize I’m living MY life. And I’m simply doing my best. Step by Step.
