Lots of practice!
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"Nyssa, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever." The yoga teacher at my home studio came over to hug me. She hadn’t seen me because it’s been months since I’ve come for regular practice. I joked that now I’ll come almost daily for about 2 weeks before I don't come again for months. She gave me a knowing laugh. "We all do that," she confessed. "That's the practice." We talk about our yoga practice, meditation practice, writing practice, or our fill-in-the-blank practice, like it's about the actual thing we're doing. But it's not. It's about how we work with ourselves through the process. When we do something that makes us grow an element of resistance will rise up. "You don't have time for that." "You're tired." -or the worst- "You're no good at this." Remember, Reader, the practice isn't the activity, it's working through the resistance, despite it. Two books that have taught me a lot on this are: 📖The Practice by Seth Godin 📖The War of Art by Steven Pressfield What’s something that’s giving you lots of practice these days? Don’t let that inner critic run the show. 🙅🏻‍♀️ You have too much to offer to let it stop you. 💝 In Joy, Nyssa P.S. I've got 3 openings left next week before I go out of the office until 1/6/25. Schedule your next appointment here. P.P.S. Text updates on massage availability and more now available! Sign up here. 🌝Full Moon on Sunday🌝Take some time to consider what's come to completion for you this month and this year. What have you accomplished? What obstacles have you overcome? What lessons can you bring forward into the next lunation and 2025? |
Nyssa Hanger
Life and Biz Coach. Massage Therapist. Aromatherapist. Teacher. Writer.
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