Topsy turvy doesn’t even begin to describe my stomach for the past two days. Some kind of little tiny stomach bug bit me and threw me off course for a day or so. I cared for it, nurtured it, gave it soup, ginger, and lots of love. And nothing. No amount of rest and good juju were kicking it out of town. So, on day two, off to yoga I went. Twice. In one day. Somersaults and all. All of the “should”s were bouncing around, following me onto my mat. “You should be resting.” “You should listen to your body.” “You should give yourself a break.” Should, should, should-y should. (now that’s weird. typing “should” over and over makes it just look wrong. right? hmmmm…maybe should IS wrong.) But I went. And I practiced. And I spent a good amount of time in child’s pose. And I didn’t go upside down in handstand. And…the best part… I didn’t die. Nope. Here I am! And then I went out to a delicious Italian feast late night dinner with my gal pal and ate pasta, a big ‘ol honkin’ meatball, and drank wine with my gorgeous companion. And you wanna know what? I woke up with no somersaults. Back to normal. Ahhhhh.
SHOULD is a toxin. Get rid of it.
You want to know how to live the best life you possibly can? Here’s the big secret : stop “should”ing all over yourself. Stop it.
Try on a little “I will”. Give in to what you really want. Listen to THAT for a hot second. It could be the very thing that heals what ails ‘ya.