I’m a May baby.
It’s hard not to get reflective around your birthday. On Friday I was walking to class listening to Badu’s Window Seat. This doesn’t make the day unique, I listen to this song a ton, but the weather was finally May warm. Everyone seemed to be rockin’ a lil bit of swag in their steps. It’s awesome when people around you unknowingly are cast in your real life music video.
I love everything about Erykah Badu. She seems to live her life eloquently out loud.
A smile crept on my face…Can I get a window seat, nobody next to me…
I resisted the urge to strip as I walked down Newark Avenue. I was feeling pretty absolutely great.
I’ve read about women truly becoming who they are when they turn 40, but I was in my 30′s so of course I thought it was utter bullshit.
What we don’t plan for when we are young is our constant evolution as people. I’ve changed so much over the years, each year coming closer to what I believe is my most authentic self.
As birthday 42 up, I realize that I couldn’t be more complete. It’s quite a revelation because for so many years I was always searching.
Searching for the perfect job, partner, weight, look, hair etc…
But as I walked in that warm sunshine, I was exactly where I wanted to be literally and metaphorically.
Ooh-ra.
At first glance it might seem like it’s because of my yoga practice.
To say I’ve met some incredible people because of my yoga journey is an understatement. Yoga people are my people, it’s all good in the hood ( as the kids used to say).
But that’s not the source of my peace.
You might think it’s my physical practice. I’m strong again. I love it. There is a joy my body feels because I practice a few hours each day.
But that’s not the source of the peace either.
As my 108 days of yoga comes to a close I realize that yoga brought me close to me. No matter if you are single or married with 10 kids loving others begins with loving yourself.
My love for self goes beyond the regular self-love that I discovered in my 30′s.
It’s the kind of love that comes with unapologetic acceptance of every inch of your body and soul. I love the good in me. I love the stuff that makes me icky.
And living yoga helps me move closer to a place where it’s all okay.
This is yoga and it’s always evolving, just like me.
Namaste y’all.
