the little engine that could
No days off. No matter how tired I am. I keep fighting to get closer to what I want + let go of what I don't need because no one is going to do it for me. I fight w grace + with presence, with the Heart of a lover + the Soul of a fighter.
my fathers daughter, i'm as Stubborn an an ox + will never give up. I Fight w resilience and ease, with passion and presence, aiming to bring mindfulness to the fight thru box + flow.
And nothing can break me- except me. but I believe in myself too much for that. you should too. Let's Bring more mindfulness to the fight.
One punch at a time.
One breath at a time.
we flow thru the fight.
So class has no breaks. Because there are no breaks in life. We keep moving, fighting, flowing, evolving + growing. bc even when I feel sheer exhaustion, I push past my limits. because im determined to make a difference. to make a difference, you have to be different.
like the little engine that could...i think i can i think i can i think i can. last night, i could have stayed home, but i fight for balance too between work + play. red lipstick + lingerie make me feel sexy enough to flirt w a stranger with dark eyes and strong hands. bc I will be a wife + a mother and my fairy tale isn't going to write itself.
So Sunday morning sweeps in + I wake up and go. One step into the next. One punch into another. Up dog into down dog. in my own practice for me + then for you. Smooth transitions. Regardless of my hangover from too little sleep, too much tequila + dry aged bone in filet to break the fast for yom kippur. no excuses. i have a room full of people waiting for me to push them thru. even on this sunny sunday.
because Big dreams. Big things. and tonight ill be in bed by 7pm. #balance.