Let’s start with the important stuff okay?
The toffee apple was every bit as glorious and fulfilling as I knew it would be, started at uni and finished after a long shift at work.Sydney has realised that compared to the rest of the world, the winter here is pathetic and not really all that cold. The solution: a space where they blow fake soap snow into the air and people take selfies in the winter wonderland. Having spent winter in Canada in -30 degrees Celsius I find this somewhat hilarious.
A giant fake iceberg has also been placed in the middle of Darling Harbour, just to make the snow world amongst the palm trees a little more authentic. I am eating candy floss in this photo (for some reason bestie is set on giving me fairground foods randomly and I am definitely not complaining) and as you can see from this photo, sugar highs are for realsies. A work party on Sunday meant that 1) I was tortured beyond what I thought was possible by a bunch of minions SO CLOSE and yet so far, and 2) I played the worst bowling game of my life. I am now questioning my main skill in life, rolling a bowling ball down a lane to knock over a bunch of pins…. let’s not talk about it anymore, I will cry.
So group therapy was really big for me yesterday (I am doing group therapy as one of my core subjects for my course, it’s real therapy and not just a class in the subject though if that makes sense… It is INTENSE). It was so big that the only thing I wanted to do when I got home was run run run it off, and then run it off some more. But, partially because I have a cold right now and partially because it is 10pm by the time I get home after the group, running was not an option.
And I’m so glad it wasn’t.
It made me get on my yoga mat. Get on my mat when I was feeling a bunch of stuff that I didn’t know what to do with.
And out of that came the most beautiful practice. A practice where somehow questions from my group therapy experiences were transferred into my yoga practice- what would it feel like to try something different? To create a space for myself to try new ways of being? And surprisingly to me in my funky emotional state, there came a strength in my yoga practice that I wasn’t expecting. I started to feel powerful. I let go of something with each exhale and eased deeper into poses than usual. I found a sense of strength that translated itself into strong, centred poses: crow pose, plank pose, three legged dog, triangle, chair. My body knew that I needed strength to be able to let go and where to give that to me.
I don’t really know if any of that made sense but I guess the point of the story is that yoga continues to amaze me and give me what I need even when I don’t exactly know what that is.
What is your go-to solution when you feel emotionally funky? – My first impulse is always to go running but I’m realising more and more that while that can be helpful, yoga is so powerful aswell and is sometimes what I need even more.