I have been taking Yoga now for three months. I started out in the hot place where the rooms were kept at a healthy 98.6. In Texas this is a little redundant as it regularly reaches that temperature without any help from humankind. But since it was winter I was happy to sweat it out in the manufactured humidity and after the first class, where I battled dizziness and nausea, all in the cause of staying in shape, I began to enjoy myself. I was on a deal, 10 classes for $10.oo so obsessive little me went to… 9 classes, I was unavoidably sidetracked for one of the consecutive ten days. Because of the heat I was soaking wet within moments of standing up in mountain pose and also because of the heat I regained the flexibility that had been lost since young adulthood. Honestly, it was as if I was in my pool at home stretching, doing the splits, piking and all sorts of miraculous poses my body had archived.
Then my pass ran out and my bank account put a hold on my funds until my enthusiasm for this new sport waned. Which it didn’t but I agreed with my accountant and found a health club with yoga classes attached! It isn’t quite the same, but I have found two wonderful teachers who guide two amazing classes during the week, so I am content.
Tonight I went to class. My husband, who comes to yoga too, spends a lot of time watching me with his mouth open, well at least he’s not watching the instructor with his mouth open! This evening he said,
“I’ve been watching you,” I’ve noticed I thought, “and you give your all to everything you do, don’t you?”
And I thought, “heck yes, why do it if I am not prepared to give my all?” And I said,
“Why, that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me!” I was chuffed, because I had never really thought about it. What I called “discipline” my husband termed “giving my all.” It sounded so noble, so honest, so real. Don’t get me wrong, I only give my all to worthwhile things, in fact, I don’t waste my time doing anything that is not worthwhile. And you know what? Sometimes it’s pretty darn tough being me!
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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