Life has been busy lately for Zach and I. Between working multiple jobs and trying to create a name for ourselves while balancing family, friends, and overall health and wellness, we both hit a wall. Recently I have become far removed from my yoga practice and have seen my workouts decline as I try to find balance in the rest of my life. We both feel so inundated lately with the responsibilities of being adults that our dreams seem to fall to the side. I wonder, is this what happens to everyone?
When I first began practicing yoga in 2010 I thought I was really good. I figured: “I am flexible and petite so I’ve got this in the bag”. I sat around in earnest looking at the other people filing into the studio. I had brought my yoga mat and water, but I watched in awe as others around me set up their mats topped with yoga towels, and grabbed belts and foamy little bricks. Something in the back of my mind started to speak up about how I had no idea what they were doing or why they had so many things with them.
A few weekends back, Desi and I departed again from the comfort of our urban lives to find a new camping area in the San Bernardino Wilderness area. The specificity of where we camped that wondrous evening is of little relevance. Instead, I’d like to narrate the journey leading us to that place in order to offer enlightenment on the way we define adventure.