Eyes up, arms straight, back plank, muscles aching-minute number 45 in an hour-long hot yoga class.
The word drifts in, smack dab between thoughts of “I can’t do this anymore” and “Everyone can see I am failing horribly”.
Even after four classes I am still the most inflexible one in the room.
My leg strength built up from hundreds of road miles does nothing for me here.
In this place I am struggling, but not hiding. My yoga mat and I are front and center.
I wasn’t always this open, so willing to display my faults.
Many times I hid the warts; masked the burdens.
Numerous situations where I altered who I was to fit the needs of others.
I am not the only woman guilty of being a “pleaser”.
Now to live my life authentically, that is the goal.
To model for those three little ladies that life must be lived from the inside out.
*This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day.
Hamlet Act 1, Scene 3
*Worth noting that this little nugget comes from Polonius’s to his son Laertes, who is in a hurry to get on the next boat to Paris, where he’ll be safe from his father’s long-winded speeches. My girls must feel like Laertes some days!