Thank you, 2014

This writing is classically, nine days late. These are not my resolutions. I am not going on a diet. My aspirations for the coming year revolve around truth and authenticity, commitment and prayer time. I spent a lot of time thinking about the new year transition and these three lessons stood out in a loud way. What are yours? Can you hear them?  

1. Don’t rush.

The universe will catch up with you. Every single time I rushed, compromised myself or my practices, there was no one there waiting for me, they were late, or I wasn’t needed. Every. Single. Time.

When I was little my teachers always wrote that I made mistakes by going too fast. My boyfriend calls me “patience” because I’m constantly chomping at the bit. I want to do it all, I want my time to be perfectly scheduled.

This, I know, I have to let go. I have to learn to operate at a pace that meets my needs. To schedule the appropriate amount of time to do the things I need to do, and have the ability to roll with it when my schedule goes awry. Because it will. It always does.  Do what you can to protect what is sacred in your day and and roll with the rest.

2. Don’t feed the fear.

You know when it’s coming, it creeps into your belly and spreads through your core. That gut feeling of fear or anxiety. I haven’t learned how to avoid this happening yet. What I have learned is that it will pass. If you can notice it, feel it and breath into it. Then let it pass. My brilliant step-father gives me this advice any time I call (and I always call) in crisis. He says "OK, so sit with that for twenty minutes and then get over it". That's it? That's it.

I want to promise you that the feeling will pass, that the quality will change. And more often than not, the other side will be better than where you started.

3. You are capable.  

2014 was a big year for this realization. Again and again I caught myself living or doing the very things I’d dreamed of. I am a yoga teacher, we taught our first RE:treat, I rode my mountain bike 215 miles to Moab, chasing my big sister. I wake up at the OPUS Hut where I get to work with my dear friends in some of the most beautiful terrain in the world AND I hauled my ass up there. I work for companies and organizations that I believe in. When I lay it all out and see the growth in the last year (or four) I feel quite blessed and proud. I chose this course, I set my intents, I strive for things and I arrived there (sometimes) without even realizing it along the way. What could we accomplish if we believed in our own possibility? The thought of possibilities gives me tingles.