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Gotta gotta get up to get...upside down!

Today I decided to take the attitude of "Congratulations". Towards myself, to things happening around me, just basically an all around preempted celebration.
This means that for things that had not happened yet, and even small things that usually I wouldn't even notice. For example, on the hour drive home on a highway that I have a lead foot on, passing two cops and not getting a ticket - congratulations!
I decided to just keep a consistent feeling of "congratu" (I just made that word up).

My intention at yoga was again, "Congratulations!".  In my head it was said in a pretty exuberant tone of voice - I'm pretty sure when I said the word mentally, my eyebrows raised simultaneously.
Class was going fairly normally, hard and sweaty and twisty and bendy. Then Laura said "we are going on a field trip!" So we took our mats to the wall to work on headstand.
I have been working on headstand for less than two months but I want to get into it more than I want to win the lottery. I want it so bad I can taste my digested food reenter my mouth before I even get inverted.
Seriously. It's so hard, and it takes so much prep work, core strength, upper body strength and balance. I have been feeling it growing inside and outside of me. On the verge. I still thought it was miles away though, so when I walked up towards my hands and pulled my knees up....and they actually lifted off the mat I immediately came down and clapped my hands and started making noises similar to a seal in heat.
The lady beside me turned to look at me, smiled and said "Congratulations!"
Coincidence?
I think not.

Accomplishing headstand today, is evidence to me that when I stay the course, when I show up, and keep showing up - the possibilities are not only endless, they are way beyond the limitations I have created and had blind faith in all this time. I am so much more than my fears let me believe. There is more outside this box I built for myself.

This eye opener stretches across the board of my life, in all areas and all facets.

Any little step outside your comfort zone is a HUGE accomplishment. If you have been feeling the fear and doing it anyway - congratulations! If you can feel yourself on the verge, looking over the edge...you are so much more than your limitations lead you to believe!! JUMP!

With gratitude,
Grace E.







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