Confessions

Confessions are a funny thing.  I have had to make a lot of confessions the past few months to myself and to others.  But, I started thinking recently are confessions even worth it?  What value do they bring?  I have realized a pattern that when I make a confession or tell people things, it often leads me to being upset or opening an old or healing wound.  Which led me to make the revelation for myself that I do not need to make anymore confessions that make me feel uncomfortable.  Some things are okay for me, and only me, to know.  As long as I know that it is something that SHOULD be confessed, do I actually need to do the act of confession?  No.

This week was an interesting one where I toggled between making more confessions about myself and things that have happened.  I took it out on my mat and I had two big breakthroughs this week.  The first is I went an entire class (okay, until savasana) not thinking about ANY of it; this has not happened in years.  The second is I was able to get halfway into a headstand!  Any type of inversion is a fear of mine, you feel vulnerable, and exposed.  So I was excited I am starting to get out of myself and push myself. 

While I have been going back and forth internally about confessions, saying too much, saying too little, giving up too much information, etc., one thing is for sure - I am not off my new path.  I might be going through changes, but I am happier with who I am and the people in my life than I have been in a long time.  And, there are so many new relationships and experiences happening that I cannot help but feel blessed in a lot of ways.