So yes it is coming to the end of my second week and much like
last week my inspiration hasn't soared and my downward facing dog is more
greatly resembling a mountain range than standing proud like a majestic
mountain peak. And so I am a woman in search of my drive, I know I love the
feeling of doing yoga but by the end of the day my mind is saying bed and sleep
not cat and cow! So it has lead me to this, another round of Eat Pray Love with
my beloved potato bake in my belly and cat curled up to my side, it (the film
not the food or the cat), alongside a little research on my part has brought to
me some realisations. Since Julia Roberts personified those some 352 pages in
order to reconstruct Elizabeth Gilbert's adventure women worldwide have taken
it upon themselves to 'find themselves', every year it seems at least a few
hundred women (perhaps the token male) pack their bags and follow in her
courageous footsteps, it actually got me to thinking though, because these
people who, with book tucked under arm, follow someone else’s adventure instead
of beginning their own. They seek to relive her experience but forget that
while trying to follow someone else’s dream they're never going to find their
own, besides shouting Sanskrit and waving your arms about is not everyone’s
saving grace... who knew?
And at last I have decided to take the plunge, I have no interest
in following someone else’s dream, I want to travel the world, I too have a
suitcase full of lonely planet magazines and torn out photos of places I want
to visit before I die, I've already started but I am not yet anywhere near the
end, I know it can take you travelling the farthest distances to find out the
most trivial things about yourself. It took me travelling to New Zealand to
realise I love English Breakfast Tea and being on a transit flight to Singapore
to discover yoga and it's divine intervention into stopping me prizing open a
door and jumping after 2 hours of a screaming toddlers tantrums 5 rows in front
of me... this was my discovery of yoga from a 50 year old woman in the toilet
queue, 1 mile high, on a 12 hour flight, at least a year before I knew anything
of this book. Back to my point on taking the plunge, because it is only me
after all who is actually stopping me from doing everything I hoped and taking
20 minutes from my day to perfect my Warrior, so I’m buying my mat (I’ll have
to let you know how that goes)!
I know good ol' Lizzy Gilbert is a genius source of inspiration
and I have no end of respect for this woman, and I don't much care for why you
discovered yoga as long as it lead you to some part of yourself you'd lost or
were losing, perhaps simply never knew you had! But I hope you never follow
someone else’s dream and that you only ever have the strength to do what makes
you happy.
Forget Eat Pray Love, bring on Eat Discover Meditate!
