So here is another confession: Christmas Eve I finally told my father that I had opened up a yoga studio. The reason for this was that when I saw him in July this year, he expressed his disgust for yoga because his church believes that it is a satanist cult and doing any yoga postures might call some "ungodly" spirits to his soul. We only had a few days together and the time we spent should be about him and not about me. So I didn't end up telling him about my plans. And when
The week before Christmas, family is gathering and isn't there at least one person in the family getting on your nerves? Old childhood patterns flaring up, that one person making that one statement about your person you completely disagree with. Your battle with the feeling of being labelled, judged, not fitting in, the confusing sensation of wanting to rebel versus wanting to please...
My family is on the opposite side of the world. This doesn't mean that we can't fight. I
Coming into Christmas our minds get consumed with to do lists, events, expectations and the worry about how to fit it all in. I want to create a memorable Christmas for my daughter. With food, celebrations and presents. I want to relive my own fond childhood memories of Christmas through her. The thought of seeing her widen her eyes when opening a present, seeing her excitement fuels me with joy and anticipation. But then a breath later, my head has started working out what t