Today I am writing from a horizontal perspective – that is, lying down. The past week I have been feeling very drained of energy, particularly the last three days. To be honest, I think I have just been wearing myself out.
In between writing, teaching yoga, planning trips, signing up for new yoga courses and just managing the boring everyday life stuff, I forgot to schedule some down time along the way.
The house doesn’t need to be perfect with everything in its place. My yoga practice and class plans do not need to be perfect. Every single sentence I write does not need to be perfect. I know these things, but sometimes it is so hard to believe them.
Just let go!
This week I don’t think there is any other choice, otherwise I face burning out before I’ve even achieved anything.
So I am taking a step back. One of my plans was to teach pregnancy yoga and I was ready to sign up for a training course. But in all honesty, I think I need to stop taking on new things and just focus on what is, right now. I might also be in a better position to teach pregnancy yoga when I have been through the journey myself, and I can teach mummas-to-be straight from the heart.
I am a fairly happy-go-lucky person in general and I don’t tend to sweat the small stuff, but I think this perfectionist planner has emerged from a fear of fucking up – this year is a kind of daunting (although exciting) new chapter and I don’t want to let anyone – most of all me – down.
Yesterday, my husband was helping me set up the community centre for my Saturday morning yoga class and I was over-analysing the position of the mats. He turned to me and said, ‘It doesn’t have to be perfect Mel, no one is going to judge you.’
This man, who has never been on a yoga mat in his life (I’m working on it) came out with this magic advice.
I’m going to take it.