First, I must openly admit that I stole this title from a song my Freddie recorded a few years back with a tremendous artist he has played with for a long time. I love the song but more so, the sentiment. And it couldn't apply more to my life than it does this week.
I've been a mom for the past six and a half years (!) and to say that it's been "life changing" would feel cliched and more so, lame. I fortunately never experienced debilitating post-partum depression; however, I do distinctly recall a brief blanket of sadness directly after Truman was born that felt like a mourning period. I felt selfish but I also knew what I was feeling - I knew that pre-mommy Melis was gone. Furthermore, who in the hell was this new Melis?
For the first time in the aforementioned six and a half years, I feel like she is here. After many highs, lows, ups, downs, and even hitting a serious iceberg, I've arrived at a beautiful place where I finally feel like, "Oh. THIS is my path." I thank circumstance, soul searching, and of course, my spiritual course of yoga for this gift.
I start yoga teacher training this Thursday with my fairy godparents at Sanctuary in Green Hills. I'm nervous, anxious, a little scared, and a lot looking forward to it. I don't possess a deep seeded burning desire to teach yoga. Many people tell me I should and maybe they know more about my destiny than I do? But I do want to learn as much as I can about it, spread its gospel, and prove my mantra that yoga indeed changes (and saves!) lives. All I know is that every time I am on the mat, I inherently know in my heart that it is where I am supposed to be.
Here. Comes. Now.