Being Unhappy

How many times have you heard a friend, sister, aunt, or even yourself…complain about how unhappy she is in her relationship. These are some common phrases: I want a divorce; I have invested the best years of my life to this relationship with nothing to show for it; Who would want me now. However, when the opportunity presents itself for her to change her situation, she does not. She chooses to stay and wallow in her unhappiness. Why? Why does she complain, cry, and bemoan her doorless cage?
My only conclusion is that it is easier to remain miserable. True change requires extreme effort. Genuine work has to take place. It is a rare individual indeed that can look at her life and say no. My story does not continue like this. It requires less effort to make excuses that at some point you actually believe to placate the very thing that breaks your heart over and over again. There are side affects to making such changes. For one thing, the true colors of those that are around you are shown.
When you are unhappy, you radiate at a lower vibration. This makes many people comfortable around you because they have company to complain with. There is another body at the bar. There is a permanent friend to face the struggles of life. However, if you decide that an unhappy relationship is no longer for you, there is more than leaving that person. You may not have as much in common with your former drinking buddies. The drunken Happy Hour calls cease because you have to get to yoga. Instead of complaining, perhaps you have sought the assistance of a therapist who helps you understand why you chose this person to begin with. This leaves you with little to share with people that were once held captive by your tales of woe. The fried food that once kept you locked in high blood pressure has vanished in favor of live food and lemon water.
This can be shocking to friends and family alike. You begin to thrive and your vibration rises. Some people will be tickled pink about all of the sunshine in your life. You have chosen to break free from your chains and truly live. Others will despise and attack you. “Who does she think she is, living her best life…”. There may be arguments and other break ups. Why? If you found your sunshine, your light now shines too bright into the darkness of your former mates. They resent you for leaving them behind in their bitterness.
There is a lesson to be learned from all sides with such a situation. When you have an individual in your life that wants to be crestfallen for eternity, it is your responsibility to let them. If you choose to stick around and listen to the tales of woe, make certain that you are doing something to uplift yourself once all of that energy has pierced your bubble. If you are the one that wants to be happy, the first step is hope. The first step is to know for a fact that change has to happen. Once you make that decision, the entire universe will conspire to help you. Lawyers appear. Someone suggests a boom from Oprah’s list. You win a retreat that shows you a whole new world.
If you are the unhappy one that wants to remain in the mud, someone will be present to listen to you. Once your old friends get tired of it, new ones tend to appear and sympathize with you. There will always be company for your misery. The rest of us are here silently hoping that you choose a better life for yourself. However, we are also out here living our own. Choose wisely. Choose happiness.

The Calm is the Storm

At any given time during the day, there are a million personalities, interruptions, and annoyances that I have to field. It is a grueling task. With so many people to deal with hour after hour, I am often drained prior to the end of the workday. It causes me to seek shelter solo. My car suddenly turns into a sanctuary where no one can reach me. However, this week has been different.
There seems to be an inner calm that lays within me. No, I am not a walking Buddha, but I do not feel quite as perturbed by daily fires. Instead of flying off the handle while observing a useless argument, I interrupted it with, “I love both of you. Forgive each other and move on. We are a family.” My personal space is often ignored. Questions are hurled at me. Instead of grimacing, I can look the individual within the face and respond with a very cool demeanor. Perhaps many people require medication to attain this feeling. I simply need yoga.
The dreaded mornings have not been as horrible. Since adding a brief yoga practice to the morning shuffle, the sleepy haze has vanished. People can address me without my spirit being completely destroyed. A smile is on my face vs. a depressed pout. I am empowered to take on my day and win. As my body lays there on the mat, goals form, and I claim victory as my own.
By tweaking the beginning and end of my days with yoga, I have discovered a new healing. That inner voice is often drawing very solid conclusions. My lovely instructor has taken on a new importance in that she is hearing about all of this on a daily basis. She supports and guides me with a sisterly love laced with compassion. It is a whole new world filled with a gentle lift. Life is simply easier to handle. Emotional baggage has been addressed with this practice. Tears continue to cleanse the disappointments and regrets that life has served.
Yoga is much more than complex contortions and pants. A journey down this road can lead to amazing discoveries of self and add that extra layer of comfort that you did not even know existed. A price can not be placed on it.

My Streamline

There I sat on my mat. My breath connected to my body, and my mind connected to my body. The ancient bridge appeared, and my whole being crossed over into being complete. Tears flowed as the gentle healing began to envelope my body. As I stood to greet the sun, my salutation commanded several movements to complete the phrase. My body has finally found a way to acclimate itself to the outside world. Ten minutes of basic yogic postures and a complete transformation has happened.
Instead of being easily annoyed by people throughout the day, a negative reaction is delayed. While the multi tasking and varying personalities still drains me, the process is not as victimizing. By understanding that my day must be started and ended with more intention, I have overcome many obstacles before they even begin.
My afternoon was spent browsing through yoga articles. Its amazing to me that all of this has taken place within the span of the week. My next thought is to see how I can allow yoga to infiltrate other areas of my life. Time shall tell how I am able to use this ancient practice to help me live.

Yoga: The Study of Energy

Lately, I have been crying hours after yoga has ended. It is a normal occurrence which intrigues me. Having experienced a wide range of side effects due to such a practice, this one intrigued me. The frequency of it alerted me to a deeper process that was perhaps taking place within me. A serious healing was taking place and gently coming to the surface. A healer described it to me as energy pathways being opened up as blockages were being removed hence the emotional cleansing. The clarity of thought and conclusions being drawn have been immense. The interesting thing is that these thoughts happened during my self practice which I have never done before.
In an effort to gently introduce my body to the day, I started doing a few yoga poses upon waking. My eyes would well with tears and different sensations in my body would happen. Understanding my own body and what was taking place was tremendous. The changes were not hidden to me. The opening of what I did not even know was closed was apparent and all of this took place without pain. Naturally, some discomfort was present but this is when you are pushed out of that zone.
My instructor would always encourage me to dig just a little deeper during class which is something that I would avoid. I thought it was enough for me to simply show up and attempt to go through with the movements. However, on my own, her words rang in my ears as I felt myself able to hold the pose a little longer. This is a far cry from the person that thought yoga was boring over a decade ago.
It is a Sunday morning, and my body is sore and open. There is a palpable diagonal line that connects me to the Earth. The soreness is not overwhelming but strong enough to make me remain in reflection mode. My renewed curiosity about crystals makes sense now. Energy is something that must constantly be studied in its various vehicles, with my own body taking priority. It is a journey of questions and discoveries. It is a journey that I intend to pursue with a new intention and an expanded mind. My world has been alerted.

The Yoga Lass: An Island of Discovery

It is almost 2am, and it is not possible for me to relax. My body is aware that some movement took place this evening. Tuesday evenings have found me in the presence of a yoga teacher for the last couple of weeks. I have been so very proud of myself for doing something physical without any purpose other than moving my body. After my devastating pole termination, physical activity simply vanished from my life. Finally, I felt safe enough to try a studio with a yoga offering. The time was was good as well as the location of the studio. The instructor was very nice. However, this evening when I walked in, a new face greeted me. It was minutes later that I realized the new face was the new instructor. A huge smile crossed my face as my feet made a beeline for her spot on the floor. My voice was heard asking about her other locations for classes. My ears immediately detected an island lilt, and that began an hour of smiles.
She was attentive. She was understanding. She broke positions down and burned incense. Shells adorned her ankles and a scarf covered her head. Her aura was green, and her skin glowed from coconut oil no doubt…wait, perhaps that is my skin. Moving on. Apparently, she just moved to town and was only teaching at this studio for now. I do not know her name. I do not know how to contact her, and I wanted to give her my number in case she vanished. A growing predicament emerged on my cell phone, and it was necessary for me to vacate the premises.
Once my house accepted me once more, food was thrown on the stove in a hungry fit. As it cooked, my fingers shot the studio an email demanding more yoga classes with the fabulous new instructor because simply put, I loved her. I texted my yogini friend whom insisted on joining me for the next class to check out my radical find. A new mat is in order, and more yoga classes are wanted. Who is this individual that made me smile with her island charm? Perhaps I shall have a name next week.