Confession; I am having a cry-day. (Yes. Another one.) I had a great morning. Up before dawn as usual, to the park, little run with an even bigger sweat, walk, talk to Mom on the phone, nice weather. I check out the Governors Complex for the first time (lovely!), some yoga, come home and CRY?! And the crying has been with me the whole day. Had a little nap. More crying. Shower. More crying. Talk again with Mom. More crying.
The problem? In my previous life (before marriage) I was an adventure traveller, cum Yoga Meditator. Now I am a struggling Wild Woman, struggling wife, struggling soul. I feel I have ‘lost my pack’, ‘lost mySELF’, and ‘lost my way.’ I know ‘God has a Plan for me’ and I know I am ‘right where I am supposed to be.’ But for how long? I cry almost everyday now. I am waiting for a US Visa to come though between NOW and September 30th. Not too long, but each day feels like a year.
If I had a million dollars and could go anywhere, what would I do?
1. I have to admit Mandrem, Goa was exceptional, so perhaps there. More Yoga. Get Hula Hooping again. Maybe a visit to the Sivananda Ashram in Kerala to bring back the Wild Woman.
2. A 2 week Detox, Yoga Retreat in nature or the mountains.