Yesterday it was cemented into my being a little more how
yoga is vital to my continued sobriety and spiritual well being. I was is a
funk. I had snapped at my 4 year old for emptying an entire new tube of my
favorite Origins face wash down the tub while I was trying to sneak a 5 minute
phone call with my sponsor—I only made it to minute 2 and really should’ve “paused
when agitated.” So I had the emotional mommy hangover and was also dealing with
residual effects of having a very sick newcomer in my life. I am very susceptible
to soaking up the energy of people around me and the energy I had been around
was very dark. Needless to say, I wanted to go home and wallow in self-pity,
build my resentment towards her, and isolate. I did not want to go to yoga. I think
of yoga a lot like meetings, in fact my yoga practice has replaced some of my
meetings at this point. I feel it’s equally important. Just like with meetings
when I was new, I went when I felt like I needed one and I went when I didn’t want
to go. I always felt better after. I apply that to my yoga practice today. So
yesterday I went to yoga. I rocked out to upbeat tunes the ride there, and I offered
up that person with the dark energy in my practice. By savanasa, my resentment
was gone and I was once again filled with love and gratitude for my sobriety and
my life today.
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