There is something about this monthâthis whole seasonâthat evokes a sense of rush. A sense of go, go, go. It makes us feel like weâre never doing enough, never being enough. Whether that comes from capitalism, ego, or simply a deep desire to show love, it can become overwhelming. In my body, overwhelm often leads to burnout. I tend to think: Well, if I canât do it all, I wonât do any of it. If I canât make everyone happy, I wonât make anyone happy. And guess what? Thatâs not true. Iâve gone back and forth about this site at least a million timesâis it worth it? Do people hate it? Am I trying to be something Iâm simply not? And Iâve decided to stop. Not stop the siteâstop that thought spiral. Instead, Iâm just going to do it. Iâm going to let it be what it is and not worry about numbers. Not worry about whether anyone shows up. Not worry about what people thinkâor if they think about it at allâbecause it has been so necessary for me. Having something I can dive into has been so special. A place to pour my passionsâbooks, writing, yogaâinto one space feels like a gift. This season of my life has been one of the most absolutely beautifulâstunning, reallyâbetter than anything I ever imagined. And also the most brutally hard. Iâve never been in a worse place with my body. My reflection felt like a stranger; even placing my hand on my body felt like touching someone else. These arms arenât my arms. This cheek isnât my cheek. Movement felt awkward. My strength felt gone. (reading back through this- and noticing this shift in verb is driving my ELA brain wild- but I think, metaphorically- it's accurate) And I know, inherently, that the only way out is through, so I stayed on my mat. I kept teaching. But as a leader of a practice built on LOVE YOUR BODY, NURTURE YOUR BODY, I often felt like I was lying. Thenâbecause babies are cute and expensiveâI started this little experiment with online yoga. What a great idea, I thought. Yoga at home while Van sleeps. A way to move my body and make a little extra cash.