I wonder when our species first acknowledged (or created) the significance of the half -way point. The 50% mark. Was it a mathematician? A physicist? A cavewoman who realized she had exactly half a woolly mammoth skinned and had only five hours to do the second half before it was time to start dinner? (Okay, I'm not sure if woolly mammoths and cavewomen existed at the same time,and I'm pretty sure the term cavewoman is inaccurate and possibly pejorative, but I like the imagery.)So, today marks the half-way point of my 40 yoga days. Some days I have felt like the woman skinning the ancient pachyderm (not even sure a woolly mammoth is a pachyderm), some days I felt like the skinned beast, and some days I just feel like me.
This challenge is a good thing to do for my body, my resolve, my heart and soul; but I also realize it ain't no big thang. I am facing no true sacrifice. Neither I or anyone I know has had to endure 140 days imprisoned in North Korea, or three days walking on dirt roads to get antiviral medication for a dying grandparent, or month after month not knowing if a missing teenage daughter will be found and brought home safe. People are sacrificing and enduring unbelievable situations across our world.
Just trying to keep things in perspective.
One last item: I have the most amazing parents! Last month, my dad and I started building a new outdoor enclosure for Buddy Jefferson, my 12-year-old tortoise. (I'm proud of the fence panels I nailed up, but most of the credit has to go to Dad). This morning, while I was at yoga, he came up and finished off the project by attaching the gate. It's beautiful, and Buddy seems quite excited--almost giddy! Elvis, on the other hand, is not very thrilled being denied access to a section of the backyard. Get over it!
Thanks Dad!
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