“There are two ways to change things:
Either you are forced to change or you have the intuition to change.”
Change. Rumour has it this is inevitable, like death and taxes.
Over the past few months I have been navigating my way through change forced upon me. It has been uncomfortable. And unwanted. And painful. And sad. And weird. And lonely. Yet sometimes surprisingly exciting. Let’s just call it educational.
These past few days, I’ve felt a subtle but significant switch in focus from change thrust upon me to change I am now willingly catalyzing. It feels precisely in tune with the idea that change is either forced or intuitively chosen.
After years of swimming in that pit known as what is “perceptually expected”, I am walking forward into the realm of that which is “personally desired”. I am intuitively and resolutely moving away from the comfort zone that has been my day-to-day existence for far too long into an uncertain, scary, unknown abyss. Interestingly, I am not experiencing intense fear so much as a sense of certainty that stepping into the unknown feels infinitely better than remaining trapped in the stagnant, dead zone of the familiar.
I have no idea what is coming next. Who does? All I can say is that I restarted sadhana this morning after a time away and it has been my experience that shit shifts big time whenever I’m regularly practising yoga and meditation.
Welcome back, yoga. Bring it.