The measure of success is not whether you have a tough problem to deal with, but whether it is the same problem you had last year.
John Foster Dulles
I started this blog to help me through some inner turmoil. I figured that putting down everything I was feeling and thinking would make these emotional vampires concrete. At which point, they could be vanquished with a single and deftly placed stake through the heart.
So here I am, one year later, reflecting upon that very first post and wondering if nothing, anything or everything has changed. Was I successful in slaying these vampires?
I find myself chuckling and shaking my head in resignation because I simply don’t know. The truth is, it may not even matter.
To illustrate this point, let’s talk about yoga. When I start my practice, I start seated in sukhasana, easy pose, with my right shin in front of left. Then comes the focus on breath and eventually the transition to downward facing dog. This is the pose that the remainder of the practice evolves around. The body is then intricately woven through positions that build strength, balance, and flexibility before it comes to rest in savasana, corpse pose. After a few minutes of relaxation, I then return to a seated position, right shin crossed in front of left.
If you were to leave the room as I started practice, and came back 1-hour later, you’d think that nothing had changed. Yet something has. Something has.
