I will spend hours going over and over things of the past -- trying to ferret out where I made mistakes or when things shifted or trying to figure out what I missed, what served me, what did not.
Funny where this has led. I've drawn some conclusions, come up with some life lessons/philosophies... And, news flash: life is short.
- Also, I'm not perfect. Nobody is perfect.
- Mistakes have been made.
- Love is all that it's cracked up to be -- and more.
- Forgive yourself. In fact, forgive everyone.
- Kids grow up too fast.
- Worry is useless, none of that stuff ever happens. The stuff that does happen, you never see coming. And you'll deal with it because you have to.
- You can't change the past, but it can inform the present, and you can do better now.
That day, we were discussing the benefits/deficits of weight training at his (real) age, and I suggested he get online and do some research on the subject, and he said, "OK, I'm going to be writing a letter to Santa tonight, so I'll check it out then."
He's not 105. He's 10. He's right here, right now. Nothing else. Matters.
In those few moments the churning stopped. I was right there in the room with these marvelous young people who share their yoga with me, and I realized the past is the past. It's done. I did the best I could at the time just like I try to today and REALLY... my advice to myself and pretty much everyone:
Stop worrying, be authentic, do some yoga, take a walk, call your mother, hug your kid, walk your dog, spend time with your partner -- write a letter to Santa. Life is happening -- right here, right now.