You Got This - running towards 30

Waking up to the statement "it's your last Monday in your 20's" -------> after concluding quickly in my head that I remember my mums 30th birthday and that she was about to have my baby sister Josephine at the time (third baby before 30!) -----> I took a deep breath an answered "...and here I stand in my nightshirt. Maybe its time I should have a little meltdown?" 

Some days it feels like I have | NO IDEA | where I'm heading. Why I'm almost 30 and still don't have my shit together... 

...this Monday is not one of those days. For the first time in a while I feel like | I'VE GOT THIS | --------> I feel like I know where I'm headed and it's taking its own sweet time but at least I am steering the ship and I know that it's going the right way. 

If there's something I've learned these past | ALMOST | 30 years on this earths it's life is not a linear thing. The only thing we do know for sure is that there's | LIFE | and | DEATH | - all the things in between does not have a recipe for when and where it will happen. So all we can do it strive each day to keep to the direction that brings us closer to ourselves. And having a meltdown every once in a while is fabulous! It brings our | FOCUS | back to the important things. Time to start again. Every single day. Remembering that this is | YOUR LIFE | not your best friends or your mums. People wouldn't always understand. All that matter is that | YOU UNDERSTAND | and you are steering the | SHIP | <3

Growth

“I want to grow. I want to be better. You Grow. We all grow. We're made to grow.You either evolve or you disappear.” 
― Tupac Shakur

Growth can be scary but oh so enriching...

A breath of fresh air...

In about 2 weeks I am embarking on a new journey.

A journey that will take me closer to my purpose. That's for sure. 

In 2 weeks I am starting my YIN YOGA training. How incredible to think.

That less than 6 months ago. I sat looking. Searching. Scrambling around the internet. 

To find this. This training that will take me closer to my purpose. 

And now. I can count the steps as I am getting closer. Every-single-day...

x x x

The Cool Kid...

A piece of ThoughtMedicine:

Trying to be on team with my ego feels very much like team work felt in school: I secretly wished I'd be teamed up with the cool kid, the one that talks back to the teacher, that never hands in homework time and that always acts the loudest.     But at the same time I hoped I wouldn't be teamed up with this kid because I knew it was going to be hard. It was going to be me doing all the work while this kid got all the credit. How does that happen? 

How about: maybe if I entered this team work honestly. If I frankly say that I know this will be hard and we will disagree. But I am willing to give it a go...

maybe then it will get easier. Or at least I'll be less disappointed? I donno. But the ego and the cool kid is one and the same and I know I'd like the cool kid to see that not having the last word is sometimes really okay...

I'd like the cool kid to see that there's other ways to be cool. Other ways to be heard...

There's something about listening to understand. Listening for the sake of listening. Not to respond. Not to talk back. Not to have the last word... I think the cool kid needs to learn that... 

 

Kindness is Free

Have you ever wondered how it would be to receive all the goodness you share with those around you every single day? How about starting with for every person you hug, you give yourself one too! And for every time you feel like you could have done better, you give yourself the same pep talk you would have your best friend! Every time you tell someone to take it easy and rest, give yourself the space to do the same... 

Remember: "You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe deserve your love and affection." 

Shine on! 

xoxox

Victoria

Detachment

Waking up and practicing detachment from where I think I should be in my life. And just being where I am instead. Waking up. Practicing detachment from where I think I should be in my yoga practice. And just being where I am instead. Waking up. Detachment. Waking up. Practicing detachment from what I think I should be like. And just being me instead.

There is nothing as freeing as waking up and realizing that you are where you are meant to be in your life, in your yoga journey, in your skin.

Detaching from expectations. Not from others but from ourselves is maybe one of the hardest things to overcome. But then when you get there...it's oh so sweet!  

 

xoxo,

Victoria

Yin Yoga - a journey home

Yin yoga. Allows us to turn inwards. and along the journey welcome ourselves home. As we soften the muscles, we soften the bones, the clenched teeth and the belly. We soften the skin as we allow ourselves to go a layer deeper. Tuning into our breath. A layer deeper. Tuning into our emotional sphere. Feeling every single thing so deeply. And with that. Knowing that we have arrived. Finally. We are home. 

It is not always a pleasant home this body. There might be thoughts and emotions that we struggle to sit with. But, even so. As we arrive on the doorstep of our home. We can let the shoulders drop. We can decide to meet our feelings and thoughts with open curiosity. We can decided to let them pass. Like wind in a tunnel - soaring through. We can observe. Without attachment. Without expectation. And that is where we get to know our little home a little bit better. And every time we take this trip. This inward journey to come home, we get a little more comfortable with what is. We become a little more understanding and much less judgmental. 

Slowly but surely. There is only kindness, compassion and love for this body that we call home. 

xoxo

Victoria

The Search...

I searched high and low for a while. And then I took a break. I slept. I ate. I talked and I was loud. I started searching again. Always this feeling of not being satisfied. Not being complete. Not being enough. Or having enough. Always a hunger for that one thing that will make everything perfect...

Then you came along and you showed me. You showed me that it was always there. If I just listen. No more searching. Just listening - without expectation. Without judgment. Just listening. Breathing...

It was never in someone else or in something else. It was always right there. Inside. Im the silence. In the stillness. In between the rawness of everyday life. In a little corner, hidden between books, or on a sofa. In a blossoming garden, or next to you!

Now I find it anywhere because it's always there. I carry it with me. I sit with it. I dance with it. Sometimes laugh with it. Now I know...It's me. And it was always me...

Why I write...

I love going to a yoga class where the words conveyed by the teacher is dancing with the flow we are doing. I love to tune into the sensations that is being created by the mixture, and so I love it when I can do the same in my own teaching. When I can make the students feel what I felt when I made the sequence or theme for the class. And even better, when I can awaken something that makes them open for growth, perhaps something that inspire them to challenge themselves, or to take the next step towards themselves...

So I write. When I hear something beautiful in a class I attended. Or in an online video. I take note of it. Sometimes I take notes after watching a movie at the cinema, because there were words resonating with me. Maybe the words come from a conversation, or simply a thought process. It doesn't matter. I write it all down. 

When I practice on my mat. At home. I always have a book next to me to write down any sensations. Any thoughts that come up. Anything new I discover on the journey. And all of these things become my own journey to discovering my own voice. My own way of getting it out. All the things I want to share. And so I can go back to my book. When I have a theme in mind for a yoga class, or perhaps looking through my book I discover a theme for a class. 

I also write because for me writing itself becomes a sort of therapy off the mat. I write when there are certain things going on in my life that I can't control. I write when there are certain things I don't understand. Or if there are thoughts I am trying to put together. Thoughts I am trying to make sense of. I breath. So I write. And as I write, often things become clearer...

xoxo

Victoria