This is my last week of being twenty-six years old. I am looking forward to what year twenty-seven has to offer me and what I have to offer twenty-seven. Each year I see myself becoming simpler (I work pretty hard at simplifying, actually) and this brings more ease and ultimately, more happiness. Sometimes I cringe when I look back at my early twenties (don’t even get me started on my teens or tweens)… If I had to name the college and graduate school chapter of my life it would be entitled: ‘Damage Control.’ ‘Damage Control’ was my theme for dieting, exercise, studying habits, relationships and definitely the theme for my all weekend-boozing behavior.
I’m becoming more comfortable in my skin and I enjoy taking care of myself these days. My ‘Buttz and Gutz’ workout days are over (I used to teach a ‘Buttz and Gutz’ toning class my junior year of college) and my step/sculpt days are long gone. I only practice on my yoga mat now and I wouldn’t have it any other way. My yoga practice feeds me more than my ‘Damage Control’ body toning and StairMaster sessions ever did (I realize this is a personal experience and know some people really love toning/cardio exercise). But at the end of twenty-six I’ve noticed that taking care of myself is no longer a chore, it’s a lifestyle.
As far as educating myself, I don’t dread reading books in order to study for a test that I will lose a night or two of sleep over. Now I get excited about new information and can’t wait to discuss it with friends and apply it to my life.
I’m not as anxious and scared as I was a couple years ago. I don’t need (as much) validation and approval that I looked for in the past. I know I have a lot to learn, and some day soon I might look back on this post and laugh, but I am grateful for my twenty-six years. Some people don’t get twenty-six years, so I will try to not take them for granted.
Om Shanti. Thanks for reading.