I’ve never been this person who cried in a yoga class.

But there’s always a first, right?

Waves of gratitude and appreciation flow through my body while tears are running down my face.

It needed coaching, hours of chanting and breathwork to finally melt down the layers of beliefs around my heart that said I need to hold it all together. Or secretly crying at home when no one could see me so weak and sad.

At the same time I’ve always been this person who cried easily when I felt angry or misunderstood, but pure grief, relief or gratitude? Not so much.

So during this yoga class called intuitive living I’ve been reminded of how much I’ve trusted my inner knowing when I quit my job, started my own business, created my website and my first offerings. I’m in awe of how all these steps brought me here.

To a place where I can now see so clearly why I’ve felt so exhausted and content, sad and grateful, tired and motivated, drained and passionate, overwhelmed and resilient, restless and peaceful, tensed and relaxed.

There was just no space for truly receiving life. What I mean by that is I would jump to doing, creating, learning, teaching, sharing, taking care, holding space so much more because I felt deeply inspired and passionate about everything that I’ve learned. There was no time for longer periods of processing or integrating, of allowing myself to fully receive all these practices each day, to let them sink in, become part of my being. Because I was feeling good. Until my foundation began to crumble.