I am capable.
I have been controlled by body image issues my whole life.
I can change.
There are muscles all over me that I never knew were there.
I want to be more spiritual.
I don’t like hard work.
Yoga classes are expensive, but worth it.
Yoga class gives me a natural high.
I had become truly out of touch. Out of reach. Alienated. Hidden. Ashamed.
I probably don’t have ADHD.
I sweat a lot in class, and it doesn’t matter.
I don’t need to take antidepressants.
I can provide almost all of my own needs.
Underneath it all, there I am.
Yoga takes away my anxiety and sadness, at least while I’m practicing.
It doesn’t matter what other people think of my yoga poses.
It doesn’t really matter what other people think.
I am thrilled and proud of myself when I progress in a hard pose.
I’m adventurous and I take risks.
I think I can teach yoga.
We can age gracefully/more slowly or painfully/more quickly.
I’m becoming one of those people “who are always so present”.
I can wipe fear from my mind completely, for short periods at a time.
Fear is fallible.
My world is a projection of my own mind. Your world is too.
I have been wrong about reality all along.
I can stand on my hands.
I can meditate, but I still have a hard time with it.
Yoga truly heals, but used improperly, it can injure.
Pranayama is easy to do and it soothes my fatigue.
Good days, bad days – don’t attach too much significance to this.
I embrace challenge. I am drawn to it. I think I like hard work.
There is something inexplicable and divine about consciousness. My dog has it too.
One is capable of anything, and very wise, when one pauses and realizes this.
I am spiritual.
My hip joints and hip flexors are taking forever to relax.
The final moments of this life will be peaceful.
To be continued…
I’d love to hear what you have learned while practicing yoga.