So said the Greek philosopher Heraclitus. Which will be why I am constantly trying to change things, like the amount of “stuff” there is cluttering up my house and my life, and ultimately my phsychic/mental wellbeing.
It’s just too cluttered, so I – slowly – try and clear things out, and the more I clear out, the less mental baggage I find I have. Letting go is the hardest thing to do, but once you do it, it’s liberating.
Now I feel that I need to go a step further. I try and meditate, but find it hard to find even 10 minutes of “me” time, when I can be alone and in a quiet space, to do this. There always seems to be someone around, or some other distraction. So, I meditate when I can. I’ve been thinking, and realised that while I may not have enjoyed the actual practice at the time, when I used to do yoga, I really did get a benefit out of it. I maybe should think about finding a class and going back.
I initially started, as I wanted to get more flexible to help with karate, and only stopped as the woman who ran the class quite when she got pregnant, and no-one else took over the running of it. (It was an early morning class in the gym in my work, and it was Iyengar yoga.)
Now I think I’m in a place mentally where I would not only benefit (both physically and mentally) from taking it up again, but I would also appreciate it for what it is, and the spiritual side of things. Maybe it’s because I’m a few years older now, and my attitude towards things like this has changed (see, change IS a constant)