There is a sanskrit word santosha, one of the niyamas or observances of yoga, that I just absolutely love. It means being content or satisfied with what you have and not requiring more to be happy and it’s something I’ve been working really hard at bringing in to my life as of late.
For no real reason i’ve just been a mess lately. Grumpy… moody… needy… overly emotional… just not good stuff. There has been more work-related stress in my life and my personal routine (workout, sleep, eating, time with the BF) hasn’t been ideal but none of those small things add up to the way it’s been effecting me. I’ve just felt like a victim of my own mood way too many days this winter and frankly, I’m sick of it.
I decided earlier this week that enough is enough and it’s time to just get it together. I started running again (which is good because I’m running a half marathon in roughly five weeks.. eek!), I’m taking yoga classes regularly (and am hopping in the mat whenever I feel like a little asana), and I’m working on getting my eating back together. But I’m also working on letting go of unrealistic expectations about my workout routine and eating… so what if I was supposed to run but did yoga at home instead? The half marathon training police won’t come arrest me.
There are so many things in life I can’t control but whether or not I practice santosha and find contentment in whatever each day brings is something that is within my grasp.
At the office too late to make it to yoga? Alright, cheese-its and diet coke for dinner it is.