There is a tiny moment in your life when you realise something important out of the blue: it’s called epiphany.
Mine arrived yesterday as I found myself in my living room jumping up and down to inflate a pink yoga ball. The colour is important because I HATE pink. Maybe hate is a feeling too strong for a colour, but I genuinely dislike it, especially in that girly bright shade I associate with Barbie.
Back to the point: I was sad as my yoga class was cancelled so on my way home I decided I was gonna do anyway few sun salutation.
“I own a yoga mat and I have nothing to do” – first bell ringing: myself one year ago would just turn the TV on if she’d found some free time on my hand.
Home: it’s warm and the sofa is there tempting me. Nothing. I just get changed into comfortable trousers.
Suddenly I found myself on the floor.
No, I didn’t faint.
I just remembered I bought a yoga ball when I moved into my flat and that I stored it under the bed, somewhere.
I open the packet excited as it was a surprise (well was kind of it), light in my eyes. The pump was there, fine, and underneath there it was:
Twenty minutes, few fights with the pump and few lost balances later I did it: I had my yogaball ready!
- the 29 year old Elena would have never done it without a teacher or an app telling her what to do and would have felt awkward and fatigued
- the 28 year old leaving in Italy Elena would have never ever picked up yoga nor left herself the time to be mindful
Brighton changed me and gave me the gift of precious free time.
Yoga changed the way I related to my body and my time. And I feel blessed and lucky 🍀