Namaste in Bed

I frequently joke “Namaste in bed.” That’s how I felt this morning. It’s cool outside and there’s a crispness in the air reminiscent of fall rather than summer. But when I dug deep into the feelings behind WHY I wanted to stay in my warm cozy cocoon of a duvet it’s because outside of that bed requires me to running on all cylinders all the time. Like an unhealthy addiction I run myself ragged doing all the things until I collapse. When will I learn it’s ok to say NO, I ask myself?
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So I roll out into the shocking slap of a cold room with a stream of sunshine peaking through the curtains just begging me to open them wider and get on with it.
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I’m struggling to overcome my perfectionist attitude common of an enneagram 1 personality type. I’m trying to pay more attention to it and the soul sucking aspects of trying to appear so put together. It’s exhausting.
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Today I purposefully schedule in 1 hour of meditative pilates and 15 minutes diffusing this Namaste blend in silence. A promise to myself to let it go and just BE starting a few minutes at a time.