Mastering myself


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I was reading this post on the art of mastery. It was just the right thing to read today. Mastering anything requires patience, perseverence, learning, action, and commitment. I know this. You know this. But that doesn’t always mean we stick with it.

One of my favourite poems EVER is Invictus by William Ernest Henley. Every time I read it, I feel ridiculously EMPOWERED. Stalwart. Giddy with confidence. Even a few inches TALLER. I find my GROOVE. Invictus is about how adversities and adversaries will come and go. But truth and success are found in mastering yourself.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Lately I haven’t been feeling as much the CAPTAIN but more the WENCH. And that sucks because if there is anything I should be able to master – it is myself. Specifically, I have been struggling with my physical well-being – my health. I am tired of feeling TIRED and run down and GREY.

So I made a decision today. I have chosen to go back to my slightly-intense-but-actually-amazing meal plan from the Spring when I worked with my personal trainer, Melissa. You know I honestly cannot think of a moment during those five weeks when I didn’t feel wonderfully ALIVE. Instead of waking up stuffed-up and foggy-headed, I could breathe and think. I had fewer problems sleeping and less stiffness in my spine and joints. I felt so GOOD.

Right now, I don’t feel so good. My neck cracks. I have shooting pains in my fingers and forearms. I can’t sleep. I’m not going to lie to you – yes, stress is a big factor. I completely acknowledge its role in how I feel. And it is something I totally have to MASTER. I can’t help longing for the time when I bounced out of bed SUNNY not grey. There is a fire burning in my belly these days. With each crackle, it says: “What you want, you will have.”

So I am going to put on a smile, stretch out my creaky spine and boost my immune system with these poses, dust off my meal plan from March and get my GROOVE back.


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