Hot yoga class the other night was incredible. I was on a yoga high for hours afterwards. I swear, I glowed. Well, in my head anyway. I did not fall out of my tree once. My back bends were deeper than in the past (since my neck issues). AND.... I did the froggie pose... a.k.a. bakasana. It's an arm balancing pose, which I had no problem with as a teenager. But as an adult with two kids, a changing body, and weakening wrists, it's more challenging.
Anyway, I made my way into this arm balancing pose.... the girl on my left struggled and couldn't find her balance... the girl on the right took a rest. (I know! No comparing to the others, but that's difficult when they are in your peripheral vision!) But me? No, no, no... I got into the pose. True, I hesitated. But I was balanced. I was strong! I was powerful! I was not falling. I could do anything! Where did all this strength come from? I'm amazing! I am woman, hear me ROAR! SPLAT! Face plant.... or frog splat. Yes, even the instructor had to ask if I was OK.
After a twinge of embarrassment, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Even though I splat. I splat because I pushed myself past my comfort zone. And I was better off for it.
I'm taking this to my career search. I'm talking myself through my fears of leaping into a more challenging role. When I don't get that second interview, I tell myself it's just a frog splat. It's not about being at the top.... it's about growing to a higher peak... and trying not to frog splat, but when I do, I'll recover and be stronger for it.
In case I am not clear... I'm seriously seeking employment. I'm being selective. I have my mind set on a particular experience. I have written it down. And I'm working on attracting it. I feel powerful. And, yes, I have frog splat days.
Namaste
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