Life is a beautiful memory.

Today I passed through Facebook like any normal Thursday morning and ran across someone that I went to high school with.  We swam together a little bit and I never really got to know him, but I genuinely regret that.  He has been traveling across the world for the a long time now and it is incredible all of the experience he has had that he shares with the rest of the Facebook users.  This morning as I was reading his blog I realized how truly young I am.  Has it ever struck you that life is all a memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?  Have you ever realized that an hour ago is technically qualified as a memory?  An hour ago I was in my boyfriends pajama pants, a big t-shirt, sucking down my morning ritual coffee and scrolling through Facebook and that is my memory of my Thursday morning in mid July.  

His blog post however was about how young he is and how young our generation is and how eager 90% of our generation is to settle down, get a job, complete school, get married, have a family.  How eager we are to become our parents.  Soon, our high school years will become a memory, our college years a memory, our first day at our real job, a memory.  I can’t fathom that.  It truly hit me hard. 

I have always been one with wanderlust.  Just haven’t had the means to do it.  But I think that he brought up a valid point.  I myself have been thinking since my freshman year in college, when we had our first promise ring ritual in my sorority, “gosh, I can’t wait until I get a promise ring and I get to have a ritual just for me.” How eager I am to grow up, get a promise ring, get married.  As wonderful as all of those experiences will be, what’s the rush?  Why not take a year off before getting a real job and going to Bali, France, Ireland, Australia, Thailand, Turkey, Iceland, Germany, Brazil, Spain, Fiji?  Drink green tea every morning, see the sights that there are to see, live out of a backpack and just be in the moment constantly.  I want to do yoga under the Eiffel Tower and go to an Ashram in India. Become a yoga instructor.  Become closer with the Divine.  I want to not be worried about money and time and people around me and just spend time with myself.  Do everything I’ve ever wanted to do just because I can.  I have a body that can get me places and a mind that is ever wandering to see all the greatness in the world.  Why am I not using it?  Why has it taken this long to realize this subtle truth? 

I hope that this awakening will allow me to focus on the present.  Do what I can in the moment.  And to plan for some AMAZING trips.  

 

Until next time, wanderers.  

 

Namaste.

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Don’t be afraid to free fall

The other day in my yoga class the instructor (who is my favorite instructor) shared a quote with us that really resonated with me. I can’t remember the exact wording, but I hope you’ll get the hint. She said, when life brings you down and you tend to lose your equilibrium and fall, focus on where you have slipped to, rather than that you have fallen at all.

It really stuck to me. I feel often times when something goes wrong and we fall in life we focus on the fact that we have fallen rather than where we have landed. I have actively played a role in my life to try and realize where I have landed when I lose my equilibrium. And within the past week it has brought more joy to my life than I could have ever imagined.
So when you lose your equilibrium and fall through life’s ruts, take a second to think of where you’ve landed and how far you’ve come. This life is beautiful. It should be given the courtesy it deserves.
Namaste ✌️❤️🌳