This morning I woke with a start. Something had fallen off the nightstand on my husband’s side of the bed. I heard a muffled, “sorry”.1 My eyes noticed the clock, it read 4:58 am. “One more hour”, went through my mind. But then, my brain started to warm up, it reminded me that I’ve been wanting to wake up at 5 am to do yoga for quite awhile now. “Plus,” my brain said, “one hour isn’t a full cycle… you’ll be more tired then, than you are now.” “You have a point”, I thought. By now I was pretty much awake, which told me that I really should just get up.
I had a very nice, slow, and easy yoga session. My body thanked me for finally stretching. “How long has it been? One month, two?”, I thought.
I recently touted the virtues of yoga and eating healthier, but all my good intentions went right out the window after my dental surgery. At first, there was just pain. I had too many teeth worked on at one time, so there was no ‘safe’ place in my mouth for food that wasn’t soft. I also had cold/sugar/pressure sensitivity in all my new fillings (4). My two new crowns (my front teeth) felt foreign and sore. After awhile I think I just stayed in that tailspin of “I can’t eat this” that you get when you are denying yourself of the foods you love. Crunchy, sweet, cold – these things hurt, and I shouldn’t eat them, so I craved them constantly. I was lacking in creativity in the kitchen, so we had take-out quite a bit.
Only within the last week have I been getting back to a more healthy diet, I was actually missing salads and homemade foods. But it wasn’t until I started doing yoga this morning that I remembered just how good it felt to really take care of myself again.
In tree pose, although I was a little wobbly, I was able to bend my knee enough to put my foot on my thigh. It made me smile and marvel at how resilient the body is. Not that long ago my knee was so sore that I could not bend it. Prior to my dental surgery I was slowly, but successfully gaining mobility in my knee through patient yoga sessions. My knee has been hurting again lately, because I have been decluttering the house and find myself sitting on the floor going through ‘boxes of dread’ filled with a roller coaster of emotions. My knee and hips have been taking the brunt of my efforts lately, and yoga felt sooo good this morning.
And then at some point this morning, I looked out the window and saw the sight shown in the photo above. I had to go grab my camera. And I remembered how good it felt to use my trusty Canon Rebel. I’ve missed that camera, lately I’ve been using other cameras for one reason or another.
This morning was a wake up call. Get back to doing the things you love. Enjoy the pleasure of things. And in the words of the author of the book I’m currently reading (The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing – by Marie Kondo), surround yourself with things that spark joy.
Until next time…
1 I found out that my husband was resetting the alarm on his phone and accidentally dropped it when he was putting it back on the nightstand.