My 50th birthday was a HUGE turning point in my life. I remember being flooded with feelings and questions like: What have I accomplished? I’m running out of time. Am I truly the person, I know I can be? Am I truly the person I want to be? I became intensely aware of my own mortality! Like never before!
Yeah in some ways it hit me like a ton of bricks. For me – - it took turning 50 for me to “wake up and smell the coffee.” As the famous rapper Eminem once said “You Only Get One Shot.”
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment. You own it, you better never let it go. You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow.
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo!
Deeply introspective, I realized that my life up until that point had been a long series of missed opportunities and yes in some ways I *had* blown it.
I vowed that from that moment forward . . . . I would never blow another opportunity. I would lose myself in the music of life. I would surrender to each moment.
And then it happened! They say when the student is ready, the teacher will appear.
One day while flipping through the Kripalu catalog, I stumbled on a listing for a 5 day intensive vinyasa workshop with Shiva Rea. Although I hadn’t heard of her, I recognized her picture, a very familiar face, as she had appeared in many ads in Yoga Journal, which I read religiously. Shiva had a certain aura, a certain allure. Words cannot describe it.
Having absolutely no experience with vinyasa, I threw caution to the wind and signed up for the 5 day intensive. OK the word “intense” doesn’t even come close to describing what those 5 days were like for me.
At the workshop, I was in way over my head. I was tripping over my own 2 feet trying to keep up with the insanely fast and difficult flow. I was drenched in my own sweat as it poured out of every pore in my body. And I remained in this state for 5 solid days.
To make matters worse, I was surrounded by a multitude of 20 something (all very hot looking in their upscale yoga garb) young, athletic, strong, flexible girls. These young girls (Shiva’s devotees and there were at least 100 people in this workshop) all exhibited a type of strength, grace, flexibility and balance which surpassed anything I had ever seen in the yoga world up until that point. Quite frankly they all looked like poetry in motion. And wearing expensive yoga clothes!
And then there was me . . . . . sweating profusely and tripping on my feet! Wearing grungy sweat pants and a rumpled tank top. (not color coordinated!)
In spite of the frustration I felt at not being able to keep up and feeling like a fish out of water on so many levels . . . . . the spark of inspiration had been ignited. I wanted what those girls had. The perfect balance of effortless strength and grace.
At 50 years old, I had finally found my teacher and mentor – Shiva Rea. And this is just the beginning of my story.
Here I am 8 years later . . . . . beginning to LIVE my DREAMS in technicolor.
The moral of the story – - Age is just a number my friends. It is never too late to follow your passions or to LIVE your DREAMS!
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