I swam into the holiday a little flat on gratitude. I'm not sure what it is but sometimes the amount of Barbie bodied yogis on Instagram pretzeling themselves into positions 99.9% of us will never achieve from beaches we'll never travel to with the words "Practice Gratitude" pisses me off. Which - if you read anything I post - I REALIZE says more about me than anything else, and isn't, umm, very yogi like. That lesson isn't lost on me. But let's be real, I don't always practice what I preach. I aim to, but I am FAR from perfect, and I embrace my judgy inner-bitch when she comes out (she's just there to teach me something…).
Anyway, as I went into the week planning my posts and thinking just exactly what words of wisdom I would share about gratitude in this very special week dedicated to thankfulness, I found myself exhausted, annoyed, PMS-ing, hating on and judging the grateful beach yogis. So I skipped the forced bullshit post and reasoned with myself that the capacity for gratuity comes and goes, and it would return, and I wouldn't be marred for not posting something about gratitude...Read More