Choices. Choosing yourself & Choosing those who choose you, too.

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Its been two months since I hit the “publish” button on this blog. Two months exactly. My goodness, when I don’t write I don’t feel connected with myself. A promise to myself has been broken, one I choose to rather than shame or blame, just begin again and keep to myself. Writing, teaching, and taking yoga, providing coaching and receiving as well are my high notes and flow states in life. They’re how I tap into myself and how I’m truly feeling. And unless that muscle is habitually strengthened, it too will atrophy. Which is why I remind myself that “peak performance isn’t sustainable”. Its not. I’ve been in phenomenal physical and mental shape in my life. And then I haven’t. With each action we take we receive messages. Messages we can listen to or ignore, but the problem with the ignoring is the more we try to stuff them down, the more likely they are to end up screaming their way out. So today I’m listening to the message to write. I’ve been listening to the message to move my body everyday, to stay away from the sugary stuff. Its all a slippery slope. How permissive are we? Where do we strike the balance of joy vs self abandonment? I recently found myself quoting “self love is self discipline”. Its true. Tell a consumerist society that restraint is self loving and you’re probably going to have a tough sell or two. But it feels good. To not have the drink. To not text the toxic ex. To say no thank…