Standing on my head

I have about a week left on my 40 Days journey. I thought I’d be writing about it like crazy, but it’s strange. I’ve felt very “inward.” I put up one post the other day, found it boring and took it down. I really have no interest in diets, or what people are eating, and it was the three day fruit cleanse, and just….well….I don’t know.  I ate a lot of avocados. I survived eating nothing but fruit. Who cares?

It isn’t as challenging as I thought it would be to practice yoga six days a week. I love it. My body feels really expansive as far as flexibility. Yesterday, I was practicing my yoga at home, in my office, and I went into the pose which is the preparation for “head stand.” I always do the prep, never the head stand. I just assume I can’t do a head stand. And while I was there, I had a memory. I could do head stands as a kid, easily. And before I could even think about it, I was doing a headstand, and I stood there in my office, on my mat, on my head, for about ten seconds before remembering I am a 43 year old woman who can’t do a head stand.

Last night while he was brushing his teeth, I stood on my head in the hallway and called Todd. He stepped out of the bathroom and was surprised to find me standing on my head. This morning I did the same party trick for the kids. They were shocked to come around the corner from their bedrooms and find their mother standing on her head in the hall. I might I say, they were thrilled and totally impressed.

I don’t really know what my point is, other than our own thoughts are usually the thing stopping us.  I don’t have to look very far in my life to see other places where a change in my limited beliefs would do me a world of good.

7 thoughts on “Standing on my head

  1. Way to ignore that “little voice”! A fitting post for International Women’s Day, methinks.

  2. this cracks me up. just the thought of Todd – and then the kids coming around the corner – to find you standing on your head. i’m totally impressed, too. go girl!

  3. Amazing the stories we tell ourselves, isn’t it? I often find that when I stop to examine where they came from, the source is that nasty voice that tells me I can’t do things right, not the one who loves me and knows I’m capable of astonishing things. Congratulations! (for the head stand, the realization and surviving for three days eating nothing but fruit – I might become really cranky and horrible to live with if I did that).