At yoga today, the instructor said "don't FIND yourself. Let yourself IN."
I stood there dripping with sweat, heart pounding, and legs feeling like jello
from some pose I'm trying to learn where you rest your legs on your forearms
and just balance like some kind of a human pretzel
(I'm sure my kids would be able to do this like a piece of cake--
this is what I think every time I try to get it right), and it hit me.
I spent so much time in my twenties trying to figure out who I was, and what do ya know!?
I've been here all along. Just good ol' Emily, waiting to be let in.
Or maybe just let out? Either way, here I am in the flesh,
hot yoga, woo woo plexus and all.