Today I caught up with a very dear friend of mine, who, for many reasons, I felt I grew apart from in the past three or so years. I realized, however, that maybe we didn’t really grow apart, but that we (or at least I speak from my end) grew up. It’s funny how growing up changes things, I guess. It’s sort of like how as an adult, I tend to see less of the magic that surrounds me. It dawned on me that maybe the magic is still there, but it has been clouded by seeming “reality” and the demands of day to day.
My practices of yoga and gratitude have helped me remember and touch base with that magic. Admittedly I still live in a very real world that is heavy with demands, concerns, and yes, problems, but having my practice helps me see that I can adapt to what is going on.
In many ways, I have grown up. I did not grow apart from the child that believed in magic and found pleasure in the little things, I just grew up. I no longer am the same person I was back then, and so why should I expect things to be the way they were, right? I need to adapt and transform along with that.
Over lunch today I paused in gratitude for the opportunity to not only step back into a space in that friendship sisterhood I found in a place that no longer exists today but to walk away knowing that indeed, all that happened was that we grew up, and not apart, and through this I have found a new piece of me to hone and grow into until I am ready for the next transformation that lies ahead.
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