Have a bad ass 2017

You can continue to have the same boring list of resolutions you’ve had for the past 5 + years (eat heathier, exercise more, blah blah blah) or you can get real. Below is a list of attainable and slightly unconventional resolutions to have a bad ass 2017:

Make more mistakes 

Yes, for real. A lot of resolutions have a base in striving for perfection. People want to lose weight to attain the “perfect body,” be a better partner to cultivate the “perfect relationship,” and ultimately create the “perfect life.” But, the truth is, there is nothing human about perfection. Let yourself make mistakes, little ones and big ones. Take action in spite of fear because some of the most valuable life lessons come from screwing up. Put yourself out there. Mistakes are essential to personal growth.

Drop expectations

Expectations tend to cloud our perception of reality. Expectations say “this is how things should be” and when you view your life through the lens of expectation you will never be satisfied in the present moment. Let things be as they are. You may not be able to control the situation, but you can always control your attitude.

Climb that mountain

If there is something you really want to do, then do it. Because really the only other alternative is not doing it. Just remember to be bold, stay focused, and take the next best step. You’ll reach the top whenever you’re meant to get there.

Reinvent yourself often

You reserve the right to be whoever you want, whenever you want. If at some point this year, you wake up with some burning desire to learn Portuguese or move to Australia to become a professional bungee jumper, don’t ignore it. Make it happen. Everything is first born as an idea.

Cultivate an attitude of gratitude

By expressing gratitude, you open yourself up to the powers of positivity. Gratitude brings upon an awareness of all the good in life and eventually, you will begin to see more good without actually looking for it. Choose to practice gratitude however you want. Recite the things you are thankful for while you’re sitting in traffic, or make a mental list before you fall asleep. It doesn’t matter, it’s your practice.

Just be YOU

You’re already a bad ass. You’ve survived 2016 and all of the years before that. Stay true to yourself and your passions and you’re destined to have a kick ass 2017!


Namaste,

Mary

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My Journey to the mat

I kind of, sort of fell into yoga by accident.

My yoga journey began last fall when one of my friends was telling me about her gig as the tabata instructor at the campus fitness center. She was explaining to me what the job entailed when I said something that surprised me.

“Yeah, someday I want to be a yoga instructor.”

The words had just flowed right out of my mouth.

You do??? I thought. Since when?

My response had merely been a reflex. I wasn’t even thinking when it happened. Something had just compelled me to say it. Aside from a few beginner classes in high school, I didn’t have much experience with yoga. Yet, there I was confessing some innate desire to teach it. But I felt like I had put my foot in my mouth. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks because I really didn’t know what to say next. I couldn’t offer anything else to the conversation, so I quickly changed the subject and silently challenged myself to go to a class soon.

A few weeks passed and I hadn’t forgotten entirely about the whole ordeal, but I hadn’t quite pursued it either. Until, my friend, Emily, asked if my roommates and I were interested in going to Yoga In The Park, a free weekly series offered by one of the local studios. With finals looming, we needed a distraction from studying so we agreed to go. I didn’t even have a mat, just a beach towel, but in the soft grass, it was enough. It was a slow practice that matched the pace of the setting sun. I left feeling light and rejuvenated.

When I returned home for winter break, I vowed to dedicate my time off to doing yoga. My best friend, Jena, and I found a local studio that offered student discounts. Both of us were unfamiliar with the different styles of yoga so we blindly wandered into a hot power flow class. It was a disaster from the start. We exchanged confused glances when we realized the instructor was not there to demonstrate the moves for us. And we grew even more confused when she started using the Sanskrit terms in her monologue. I spent the entire 75 minutes wishing for it to be over. I felt woozy from the heat and weak from holding myself up.  After that first class, Jena and I rolled up our mats and walked to the car in silence. Once both of the vehicle doors were closed, she looked at me and in full seriousness said, “I will NEVER do that again.” I immediately burst into laughter.

Despite her claim, we decided to give it another go. It still sucked. But around my fourth or fifth class, something happened. My body was stronger — I could move through chaturanga without collapsing! And, I didn’t feel the need to succumb to childs pose so often. I was finally able to focus on the act of doing yoga, rather than the pain or the passing time. I was really starting to enjoy it.

When I arrived back to Tampa for my second semester, I was determined to keep up with my practice. As fate would have it, there was a lovely studio in walking distance from my dorm. I committed myself to a three-month unlimited package and went as often as I could. Sometimes twice a day.  Eventually, it became a part of my routine. Now, yoga is so deeply integrated into my daily life that it is a part of who I am. It’s like yoga is embedded into my DNA. Corny, but true.

I can’t go a day without stretching my body or mind in some capacity. I can’t eat certain foods without noticing the effects they have on my body. And, I can’t even go to sleep without first expressing gratitude.

Yoga has brought upon a sense of awareness that I didn’t have prior to starting my practice. From being more mindful, I started to see patterns in my life. I noticed there was a direct correlation between my attitude and how I perceived certain experiences. I learned there is beauty in letting go and there is power in positivity. Simply put, yoga changed the way that I live and I am beyond grateful for that.

Namaste,

Mary

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