Grace. I don't show myself much of it. I'm hard on myself in my work, my relationships, my craft. You name it, and I've already beaten myself up over it. If I'm really honest with myself, I think my lack of grace toward self has a lot to do with my resistance to rest. I'm pretty terrified of the feeling that "I should have done more" or "I could have done better."
I noticed today, as I moved slowly and patiently on my yoga mat, that my practice is the one place where grace abounds. I sink sweetly into childs pose whenever I please. In my day, I tend to replay and analyze confrontations, but on the mat I exhale and release knowing that I'm doing the best that I can. On my mat I am so incredibly human... and in creeps grace.
We call it our practice because we have to keep returning to it. It's about showing up and finding the pieces of yourself that you are missing out there in the world. As I dive deeper into cherishing the practice this month, I'm realizing how important it is going to be to keep grace front and center. Maybe rest will follow?
Looking forward to practicing with you.