Three years ago I was struggling. My yoga mat was rolled up collecting dust and cobwebs in a storage container. I had the best love I’d ever known, and finally the sense to accept it. But I also had a lot of past hurts I’d never really dealt with. Swept under the rug and doused with fermented grapes
Over time, a lot of quiet + self reflection, some tough love and messy action, I healed the hurts and made myself whole. I chose to no longer allow my past to define me, but to strengthen + guide me. I chose to use my experiences to help others. I chose better.
Those choices led to a mat full of gratitude and love, many many prayers, lots of sweat and self acceptance.
This mat, now worn and tattered, holds so much love, toys, little baby toes and a strong ass woman. A woman who knows and demands her worth, one strong enough to fight when necessary and remain silent when it suits her A woman who has faced and overcome, and lived to tell the tale. A woman with frayed wings, but wings nonetheless.
The life I have is well beyond the one I spent many tears praying for. Oh but I should’ve known For His plans are always so much better than ours.
Don’t let your past define you. Use it to learn and grow, keep it in a memory when you need reminding where you rose from. You are the keeper of your destiny, and the only one standing in your way. Oh the places you’ll go .
Happy Friday friends Namaste