Pie...  More specifically humble pie.  Ya know the kind where we're forced to swallow our pride just bit, chew on it, ruminate and then digest.  In this case, I'm talking figuratively.  So I had a revelation this morning while doing my practice, yoga/asana practice...  I thought here we go again, my damn ego is back, sigh...
First, let me give you the back story.  I'm a 52 year old yoga teacher, fitness instructor, pilates teacher and have been for many years.  I think I'm pretty good at what I do.  And after all these years I still enjoy what I do immensely.  But at 52, let's be honest I got some stuff I have to deal with. I've had a hip replaced, a knee operated in various ways three times, and hot flashes have begun to enter my world, oh joy!  I know in the grand scheme, big deal.  I'm still moving my body with relative ease and continue to do my job with said relative ease.  So what's my problem?  Well, nothing new, I like probably a lot of us, continue to grapple with the ever present question.  Am I good enough?  Can I still offer enough to my students, am I still of value, ya know that kind of stuff.  When these ego driven thoughts arise, I usually tell myself, hey that's ego again, tell her to be quiet and then I move on.
But recently, Ms. ego/humble pie have collided a lot, sigh again.  So what's a yogi to do?  Well, I've decided, and I do think it's a decision, to accept my body, say thank you for what you can do, continue to do my best and you got it, move on.
Back to Pie, which is one of my favorite things.  :)  Some times, it truly is cathartic to eat that damn humble pie.  Like all good medicine, in the end the process/pill will help you. So what's the moral to this self-indulgent over share?
Be kind.  Always be kind, to yourself and others.  You never know what sh*t they are living with.  Always with love...