The Craving
The urge for it.
It’s been getting bigger and bigger.
I’ve been getting concerned.
And only now…
Finally!
Admitting to myself, and others.
I’ve got a problem and if I️ don’t take care of it, this problem is going to take care of me- causing anxiety, anti-social issues, communication issues, weight issues, denial issues etc.
It makes me worried.
Some cravings are subtle and come and go come and go, quietly.
Some get under my skin and stay there.
Eating away at my desires.
Telling my mind anything it can to get me to rationalize why it’s good for me, me I need it, why it makes since for me right this second!
I want it, I need it, I have to have it.
Yet for one reason or another, I have not caved, I have not given in.
Even though it calls to me over an over — from my bed I can hear the whispers in the my ear… come hither! Come hither!
But I’ve stayed away — so many promises.
It’s one strong fucker — this craving!
The mother of all cravings!
I cannot take it anymore.
I need more will -power then ever before. More self-disapline then ever before! I need help. I just cannot not anymore. I’m on my knees praying for if I don’t have strength to deal with this it could be really damaging to my psyche.
The craving is just too big and my body is screaming at me in every way it can.
I NEED THIS! NOW!
And shit. That’s it.
I can’t “just day no” anyfuckingmore!
It’s time.
Today I declare….
This craving won, it’s taking over me.
I choose life!
I choose to live!
I choose to grow.
I surrender!!!
I choose to-
Step
Onto
The
Mat
Moving, she grounds me. In flow, my inner healer and I let that first initial rush gush through our veins. Yes! It’s been a brutal fucking week and my body instantly relaxes. Oh yes!
No more, do I️ say no to yoga.
The sun she rises. And with her I will rise with her.
Strong and Brave
I succumb to my desire to be grounded like never before.
And with this intention,
I. Begin.
No Yoga? No Peace.
Know Yoga, Know Peace
