How I Remember What’s True – By Curvy Yoga
“How do you learn to love your body?” she asked.
“Well,” I answered, “I think it’s best to take love off the table at first. If it feels like too far of a leap, it’s easy to feel like a failure and give up.”
“So what do you do instead?” she followed up.
“Start where you are,” I responded.
“Wouldn’t you say that’s true about life, too?” she asked
A laugh emerged from somewhere deep inside. “Yes, I’d say so,” I admitted. “You can say that about so many things.”
When I was a child, I felt most seen by the girl heroes of my favorite novels: Harriet of Harriet the Spy, Mary of The Secret Garden, Anne of Anne of Green Gables, Ramona of Ramona Quimby, and Claudia of From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.
All of these girls had one thing in common: rich interior lives. They knew a bigger life existed for them, and they lived it first in their dreams before bringing it into consciousness.
When I went to college, my parents thought I should be an Accounting major. “They make good money,” my dad said, “And they always need women.”
Assured by the practicality of it all, I agreed.
Until halfway through my first semester, when I found myself daydreaming of throwing myself out the window of my future accounting firm.
The next day, I stopped by the English department and switched my major.
Some days I feel like I’ve spent the past 25+ years getting back to what I’ve always known about myself. Other days, I wonder how many more years it will take to land there. And how many more still to trust in the landing.
Over dinner recently, gushing about one of our favorite writers and how perfectly she captures what it means to be human, a friend said in awe, “Yeah, and she’s just a writer – not like a life coach or spiritual leader or anything.” I thought about that and then said, “Yes. She’s a writer who does her inner work and tells the truth.”
Then we fell into silence.