40 Days...Again
I've practiced on and off for years. Seriously, almost 20...doing the math right now, 17 years to be exact. Yoga. I found yoga when I was 18 and in college. I fell in love immediately with the peace and the way my body felt. My mind and spirit at this time were not as clogged and it was like sitting in my own slice of heaven daily. I practiced 5 days a week at 1-2 hour periods. Talk about serving yourself! Gosh...I wish I never stopped. But I did. I let life get in my way. Instead of living my life, I let life just pass by. Fast forward to last year. This is now me, at 33 with a 1 year old and in my second marriage that is failing. I am chaotic, high anxiety, and have been at my heaviest so not exactly looking at my physical image well. I am struggling, hardcore. And I am so lost. I happened to come into a little bit of money due to an employment issue that occurred at 8 months pregnant....