My legs tightened in this position. I guessed it had been a while since my legs were wide, even this much, but I made sure to breathe through the stretch and relax my shoulders.
“Feel the space you’re in right now. Be present as our minds let go of the past. Respect it and let it go. We breathe, and as we exhale, we let go of those desires, of that need for control. We can’t control the future. So many times, we stress and worry. If we just could take the time to pause and be in the moment, realize that things were out of our control, we would save ourselves a lot of time, anxiety, and sufferings of our mind. So, take this time to invite new beginnings into your soul. Just close your eyes and drop into whatever is going on in the present and use this opportunity to acknowledge the moment. To let go of the past, to let go of things that have even happened today. Maybe even acknowledge today with a little bit of gratitude.”
What she’d said made so much sense. Whether Logan had known I needed this or not, I was going to really try to take her words to heart. I didn’t want to hold on to this stress and anxiety that I was causing myself. I needed to learn to let go.
I took a deep breath and thought of the bitterness of my own failed marriage, letting the feelings leak out with my exhale.
I took another breath and focused on my feelings of sadness for having isolated myself and then being envious that others were happy, and I let the air in my lungs rush out from my lips.
“Thank you to all the things that happened this year. That helped me become exactly who I am and where I am in this exact moment. Begin to gently deepen your breath.”
Mentally, I said those words. I thanked the universe or whoever we were thanking for still being alive. For having a successful business year. And for finally getting help. As much as what I was going through sucked, I was learning about life that I wasn’t sure I would have learned otherwise.
For the next half hour, I gave this yoga session my all. I stretched, I breathed, and I let go of the shit that had been weighing on me recently. I knew this wasn’t a cure-all to my problems, but I was in this moment where I was supposed to be, and I was okay with that. Bitchiness was gone, and I was simply Mia doingletting that shit goyoga.
Until I let too much go while deepening my stretch and the ever-clear sound of my tiny fart permeated the gazebo.
