05/21/2026
Recently I did a big spring clean which felt great but took me days to recover. This process continues to humble me in ways I didn’t expect because I used to be someone who moved her body a lot, every single day.
My doctor explained it like poker chips: you only get so many each day, and if you spend them all you go into a deficit, and for me right now that’s very real. So I’m learning to become deeply aware of how I move, how much I give, where I’m overstimulated, and where I push past my limits, because every time I override my body it puts me right back on my ass.
This recovery keeps teaching me that pushing isn’t the answer, and it reminds me a lot of when I first started yoga and became intrigued by the bigger poses.
The more I forced, pushed or strained, the less present I became, my breath shortened, my mind rushed ahead and I disconnected from the experience completely. But when I slowed down, moved with awareness, stayed intentional and accepted where my body actually was, something shifted.
There was an easeful feeling of opening, as if everything else would float away. I felt steady even though my heart was pumping and my body was challenged, expanding my capacity to hold myself regardless of the conditions.
That’s exactly what this healing process continues to ask of me, less pushing, forcing and proving, more listening, trust and presence in the slower unfolding.🤍
