rain is pouring outside and i'm lounging on my chaise sipping tea. it's hard to believe two weeks have passed since my surgery. i am now able to wash my own hair, apply eyeliner, and use both hands when i type. seriously, i've come a long way. when i had my stitches removed yesterday (ouch), my doctor told me that i would have to take 12 weeks off from yoga and boxing. 2 down. 10 to go.
without being too dramatic, i feel like my whole world has been turned upside down. my refuge, my haven, and my form of exercise has been pulled out from under me. taking time off yoga shows me how much i need yoga and how my life revolves around it - teaching, taking, and running yoga-related businesses.
this will somehow be a good thing. having something that i adore and that is such a part of my life taken from me (temporarily, thank gawd) is a beautiful reminder to be grateful for all i have. 2 working arms sounds so dreamy right now. as i watched yogis go into wheel pose on tuesday night i was struck with envy. i asked my physical therapist if i could do that again and he assured me i could. yay!
apparently i'm healing quickly and i credit it to the yoga over the past decade plus, my addiction to fish oil pills, and my green smoothies. slowing down has been hard to adjust to. it takes me longer to get ready in the morning and my energy level isn't quite back so i feel like i'm more of a snail these days.
again, lessons are here and there is something beautiful about listening to it. this surgery came at a time when i was falling more and more in love with the notion of the not so big life and i don't think it is by accident. (excited to share that the author, sarah susanka, is sunday's podcast interviewee!)
listening to my body (vs my deadlines = 2 papers due on monday), i'm heading to bed by 10 tonight. this snail is tired and thinks sleeping to the sound of rain is heavenly. the deadlines will be there in the morning. tonight i'm craving tranquility over productivity. 'night!