trust the process

“Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing,

the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up.” ― Anne Lamott

Thursday, May 21st

To some, it's Thursday. To me, it's "Yogaday". So thankful for the gift of learning to love this day for what it is and not fear it because of what some make it out to be. I did Isometrix and X3 Yoga for my workout today. I am amazed at the progress I have made. A year ago, I thought yoga would be the unconquerable hurdle on my fitness journey.

As my coach reminded me this week, I have to trust the process.

Each week, as Yogaday arrives, I have a choice to make. Sometimes, I just show up. Others, I knoick it out of the park. Still others, I do what's before me, pushing myself to do a little better than the previous time.

The process will only take me as far as I trust it to take me.

So far, so good.
#progressnotperfection

Cannot believe it's day 21 of Birthday Season already...10 more to come! Stay tuned...more adventures are ahead.

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